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He’s deid, in’t he? How’d he die?” “Raisin scone.” “So it was suicide, then.” “Naw, it was an accident.” “He didn’t accidentally eat a raisin scone, now, did he? So it was suicide.” I shrugged, conceding the point.
The quantity and quality of foam becomes important when one cares for an impeccable mustache.
I expect high-quality, creative, and nondestructive pisstaking.
Nine ways to Nancy.” [What? Who’s Nancy?] “I dunno, but there’s nine ways to her, so she’s probably centrally located. I bet she’s in a train station.”
“Isn’t sitting around all day gonnay be bad for ma health?” [Yes. But not as bad as a barghest tearing you to pieces.] “Ye have a keen mind, ol’ man. Off ye go, then.”
Nothing tae do now but the sheep.” He blinked, realizing he may have given the wrong impression. “I mean, nothing tae do now but take care of the sheep.
Sometimes sleep is all ye need. Sometimes it’s not, but it will just help a whole damn lot.
Georgy moved and talked fast, like he’d sprinkled his morning muffin with a dollop of fruit compote and a kilo of cocaine.
Maybe following an extremely dangerous pit fighter back to her windowless van wasn’t such a good idea.
Dugs are beings of pure love and devotion and broadcast hope to those of us who have only memories of such things, for they demonstrate by their existence that love and devotion still walk abroad in the world, and therefore it’s worthwhile to live in it.
There is something about getting off a plane that brings out the worst in everyone. Violations of personal space and nudging, utter rudeness and lack of courtesy that sometimes leads to snappish behavior. But since I learned to think of it as arising from a dire need to go to the bathroom, it’s all made sense, and I can empathize and feel compassion for people rather than be annoyed with them when they get too close and huff and whine and so on.
Whatever she was here for was probably not good at all. Surprise visits by the police are never polite social occasions.
She had some gossamer wings that shed pixie dust like a minor snow flurry, which sounded like pure magic until ye remembered that dust was simply flakes of dead skin, so if it was magical, then it was magical wing dandruff.
The undine may have been immune to iron poisoning, but she wasn’t immune to sharp pointy weapons.
