“Wayment. Hold up.” Christophe stopped drawing. “What the hell, Nicco? That's not a book.” “And 'wayment' is a word?” questioned Ramsey, chuckling at Christophe's pronunciation of “wait a minute.”

‘Gentlemen, I can tell you what the new queen will take as her motto. It is Bound to Obey and Serve.’

One has to look sharp to see the vegetable garden within the border of roses, delphinia, and gladioli.

The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time