“A newling!” Fascinated, but wary not to stand and reach for it, Rhiana kept her ears pricked—and heard another. A newling and its elder protector.

This reflection thawed my congealing blood, and again the tide of life and love flowed impetuously onward, again to ebb as my busy thoughts changed.

The market decline was terrible, but the shorts were buying champagne.

In short, the attorney was nonsuited, to the satisfaction of all who knew him […].