‘It's OK, you're allowed out here. There haven't been any other doggos in this garden since…’ He shrugged. ‘I dunno, forever.’ His grandmother hadn't had a dog, and she'd lived in the cottage for decades. ‘Doggos?’ he said out loud. ‘Did I just say “doggos”?’

...a craft that will astonish even the most airwise of all aeronautical engineers.

Don't make snide remarks to me.

Haemophilia is hereditary in his family.