“Just then the door flew open, and Ambrose burst through, yelling like a madman and swinging a battle-ax in one hand.”
“I kind of felt like a new kind of princess. A warrior princess, ready to swing her battle-ax through hordes of the fashion-challenged and the socially unfortunate.”
“Oh, how I longed to burst through the doors and go walking through the streets, with my hands open, like weapons!”
“The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.”
“Ambrose turned on his heel and stormed off, but before he made it through the door, Elodin burst out singing:‘He's a well-bred ass, you can see it in his stride!And for a copper penny he will let you take a ride!”
“Next time," I said wryly, swinging open the door, "just give me a knife and ask for a vein.”