Oh. Sure. It makes perfect sense. Zane is a wolf because his father is an eagle.

Don’t worry, Miss Brielle. To be honest, the ones with a little bit of crazy have always been my favorite.

Face it, friends. For this journey, roads are optional.

Zane sighed. Jovan and Mother were just the same. “Maybe later” meant no.

Zane was pretty sure that worries and bossing were related, like a pair of old aunties.

They say that to live in the Wilds, you have to be half-wild yourself. Or at least very brave. And Zane is both.

Do you mean that Zane is some kind of bird magnet?

Christmas is a sacred festival.

I've traveled. All over. I've never seen anything like you. How could anything be put together like you? Do you know how beautiful you are? Have you looked at yourself?''I'm looking now.

That competition and the struggle for existence is the mechanism behind this state of perpetual change.

I do benefits for all religions. ... I'd hate to blow the hereafter on a technicality.

People don't always want to have females as leaders.

He once told me that an August evening was "as hot as three toads in a Cuisinart," a comparison that left me blinking two days later.

I think I've really exhausted the magical. It was a lot of fun, but I've put it behind me for the time being.

You cannot build nonviolence on a factory civilization, but it can be built on self-contained villages.

I feel the same truth how often in my trivial conversation with my neighbours, that somewhat higher in each of us overlooks this by-play, and Jove nods to Jove from behind each of us.

Then as the years went on and my listening became more deliberate, I would climb up on an arm of our big sofa to get my ear closer to the wireless speaker.