Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, / Brags of his substance, not of ornament. / Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade

They came up with a workable solution, until they could think of something better.

Consular work is nine-tenths stoneheartedness, suspiciousness, saying no.

A snaky neck coiled, and it was coming down at us, and it was all teeth. “Tyrannosaurus Regina,” Aaron whispered. “Cretaceous period. Meat-eater.”