What caused the breaking of that twig? — what the low, alarmed twittering in that bushful of birds?

“That's why I brought you here,” whispered the ghostling next to me. We floated over to a corner. “She ain't leaving her body,” he said.

They're hard, often brutal, sometimes vicious to their wives, their 'drabbletails' (girlfriends), and one another.

This place is a sure cure for a gimp's feeling out of place and a sure cure for a normie feeling awkward around a wheelchair.