“Deftly whipping a small tuning fork from his pocket, he struck it smartly against a pillar and held it next to Jamie's left ear. Jamie rolled his eyes heavenward, but shrugged and obligingly sang a note. The little man jerked back as though he'd been shot.”
“So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.”
“His teeth sang in their individual sockets like tuning forks, each one pitch-perfect and clear as ethanol.”
“Jamie DeCurry had once proclaimed that Roland could shoot blindfolded, because he had eyes in his fingers.”
“...You should make someone a wonderful husband." Even the tips of Jamie's ears were crimson now. But instead of retreating, he clenched his jaw and looked directly into her eyes. "I suppose I would," he said. "Are you interested?”
“It's the closest place to Exeter they could have chosen," Alan said. "We can pick up Mae and Jamie on the way."Nick rolled his eyes. "Thrill me, why don't you.”