“There're whispers,” he said, his voice dropping. “Someone's snilching Nicco.” I stopped, the orange midway to my mouth, which had suddenly gone dry. “Snilching?” I said. That wasn't good. No one liked spies, but Nicco was pathological about them.

Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all, / Proceed no straiter ’gainst our uncle Gloucester / Than from true evidence of good esteem / He be approved in practise culpable.

The Eastern Seaboard megalopolis extends from New Hampshire to Alexandria, VA.

Witch's mummy, maw and gulf / Of the ravined salt sea shark,