“He had been trussed up like a chicken in his own breeches.” — Ted Mendelssohn Breeches Copy Share Image
“Step One: Grab Mattie. Step Two: Run. It wasn't much of a plan. But what it lacked in potential it made up… — Ted Mendelssohn Fantasy Copy Share Image
“The cave exploded with the sound of trumpets. A heavenly choir began to sing. A surge of power ran up the sword… — Ted Mendelssohn Fantasy Copy Share Image
