“If he's related to that back-stabbing, good for nothing, son of a motherless goat,” John responded with skepticism, “then I'm sure it runs in the family.”

Some confounded fact we men have been living contentedly with ever since the day of creation would start up and knock the whole thing over.

The next to Stephen appears a warrior, by helmet, armour, and ocreated legs; Joshua is the probable title offered by Passavant.

And suddenly they came out of the woodwork. I don't actually know what that expression means. What come out of the woodwork? Cockroaches maybe. Mice?