Alerted by the powerful farspeak of the watching prairiecat, Whitetip, as soon as the Ganiks began filing down the path from the shelf, Bili had all three hundred and twelve of his male and female warriors standing to arms...

[…] I was musing in the midst of my dumps […]

I was particularly fascinated by the endemic flightless cormorant, a mainly black bird with startling bright turquoise eyes.

Did you ever mitch school? he asked. No. But I think this is what it would feel like.