“Players rested under that huge root among rotten woods and polished rocks on the Portal Cove beach. Ocean smell and dull sun made this break pleasant and refreshing.”
“The smell of the nail polish made me think of Amber and the rest of my friends. I missed them, but in theory. It wasn't them I missed, but friendship. QUITE YET.”
“If someone says there's a portal to hell under some rocks, you bet your ass I'm going to move them.”
“This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?”
“Where there is a rotten root, there will always be rotten fruit.”
“She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.”