To stir the whole, he used a chicken drum.

Well, dear Eugenia might have had something to do with that. She was always a staid young woman, but achieving the exalted heights of duchesshood seems to have cast her even further into stiff propriety.[…]

He was short, dark, and smokingly sexy and sported a full beard (very rare in high school).

Ahead stretched miles of the unknown, lands and waters resembling my home waters, yet not quite it. There was a disturbing feeling of lakeness: unlike four-doored Possession Sound and multi-doored Puget, Port Susan had but a single door.