“Hmpf. All right, joykiller. I'm fine, you know. I can close up without being scared. It's still daylight, Brody is next door.”

16...Nbxd5? The wrong knight captures, which leads to a knightmare for Black.

I fart with twenty ladies by; / They call me beast; and what care I?

From somewhere through the series of connecting rooms she smelled food, the stabbing odor of onions cooking, a distantly familiar spice, heard the clatter of women kitchening.