After a while he descended the steps into the road again and he stood there and looked all about him and listened for any sound at all but there was nothing.

The gate was high; it had been a nine-foot drop; she had landed wrong and broken her arm. Oh Jesus Christ, what a fuckup.

In a recent study of Thyris' magical herb in Comus, John M. Steadman concludes that “haemony means knowledge” from Greek haimon “skillful.”

… there is no permanent division between the guard's section, which contains four tip-up seats, and the main passenger saloon.