“So, ninety-five percent of the time." She craned her head back to look up at time. "Ninety-five percent? What's the other five… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She turned and looked at him. "Ducks?" she said again. A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. "I hate ducks. Don't… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I've always looked upon the Ducks as caricature human beings. Perhaps I've been years writing in that middle world that J.R.R. Tolkien… — Carl Barks Copy Share Image
