There's a kiddlywink there where my crew and l have spent many a happy hour.”

As I sip my first coffee in the morning, with its ladling of cream, and my first whiskey in the evening, with its calorie-ful taste pricking my tongue, I look out the window at joggers.

He's still driving the old boltbucket he drove while he was in school.

Terrible shall the vengeance of the Tisroc be: even now. But kill me, and the burnings and torturings in these northern lands shall become a tale to frighten the world a thousand years hence.