“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.”

The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time

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

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