The Chameleon held his breath and poisoned blade high, part of the filigree on the back of the tall throne, through the entire day's audiences.
It was raining dreams again.
People talk about hypothetical bulls in theoretical china shops, but no one ever mentions how much damage a unicorn can cause in a bookstore.
"Needless to say, when the moon blew up, the surfers were pissed."
His mother's penchant for growing new appendages never bothered Laurence until, after her eighth tentacle, she replaced her condo with a saltwater tank and decided to live out her dotage submersed.
Edvard Constance was not a stranger to spontaneous combustion; on the day of his death he'd been burning for thirty years.