“Yet here apparently on this stifling summer afternoon was the eye of Mr. Flay at the outer keyhole of the Hall of the Bright Carvings, and presumably the rest of Mr Flay was joined on behind it.” — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“snatched it up and shoved it into her sack without leaving her shelter. Score. What she couldn’t eat right away she could slice and dry in the stifling summer heat. The scuffle continued, and Elysia” — Jeri Smith-Ready Copy Share Image
