He studied the cold gray rips in the current and dismounted and loosed the girthstraps and undressed and stogged his boots in the legs of his trousers as he'd done before in that long ago […]

The indubitable effect of the potion convinced many nonbelievers.

The witgats, Boscia albitrunca and Boscia oleoides, are sometimes called shepherd's trees because their neat evergreen crowns cast a small but deep shadow in which for centuries shepherds and their flocks have rested.

I've definitely got more boy energy going on right now, she [Sally Norvell] admits. For one thing, I've got a four-year-old boy who I have to run around and play Godzilla with all day long. She chuckles. I'm Momzilla. A nonce use.]