Strap in, he said, sternly. My bird, my rules. No one freeballs it when I'm doing the flying.

She died only a few years after her profession.

But we're not throwing this play just because you and Darby here are blow buddies!" Brandon slammed into Cameron Stern, their helmets cracking together loud enough for Brandon to think he'd gone deaf.

The Saint-Commander rested his famous greataxe against his chair. Gil recalled its name, Red Pilgrim.