It was at the pep rally for UNA's first football game, their freshman year, when Mary Beth and Dwayne met.

You grip your splash for fashion—me and you, we ain’t got the same intentions.

In the Den of Kinraddie one such beast had its lair […] and at gloaming a shepherd would see it, with its great wings half-folded across the great belly of it and its head, like the head of a meikle cock, but with the ears of a lion, poked over a fir tree, watching.

‘Ware that!’ quoth Ser Wyly.