Unaware of what she was doing, Skyla gripped Ladek's arm. For someone who bit her nails, they were remarkably sharp, and within seconds he felt like a pin cushion.

But when my angry guardant stood alone, / Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none, / Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart / Suddenly made him from my side to start / Into the clustering battle of the French.

Mr. Jones paid extra for the flood damage endorsement on his house insurance.

How about a little old game of pool?