That evening I rode downtown on an unaccountably empty bus, sitting in the last row. At the front I saw a thin… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“The Questioner was repacking his tools with a vague air of disappointment. Deciding my legs were steady enough to carry me, I… — Daniel Polansky Copy Share Image
The first time Calypso came to check on [Leo], it was to complain about the noise. “Smoke and fire,” she said. “Clanging… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“Or you'll be the next one to go up in smoke, said Simon. There is no need to clarify my finger snap,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image