“Look!” piped Korbal Broach. Bauchelain paused. “I see.” Tucking the mangled head under an arm, Korbal Broach walked to the steps, and up he went.” — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“He had had a habit throughout the twenty-seven years of making a narrow remark which, like a plumber’s snake, could work its way through the ear down the throat, halfway to my heart. He would then disappear, leaving me choking… — Grace Paley Copy Share Image
