“When he backed away, his pupils were huge and unfocused. He blinked, and then he cleared his throat. "Belly," he said, and his voice was foggy. He didn't say anything else, just my name. "Do you still--" Care. Think about… — Jenny Han Copy Share Image
“The real Dumas was imprisoned by Librans ages ago in an unlaid chicken's egg. I fed the hen to the alligators myself. Slow digestion in a cold-blooded belly was always said to be his fate. — Melchylor Slayd” — Daniel Scott Westby Copy Share Image
