“Of course, when poking the Winter prince,one had to proceed with caution. There was a fine linebetween irritation and having icicles hurled at yourface.”
“There was a fine line between irritation and having icicles hurled at your face.”
“And, like I said, proceed with caution, but fuck, man, whatever you do, for your sake and hers, just… fuckin’… proceed.”
“When I slept outside in winter, it wasn’t unusual for me to wake up blue in the face with icicles on my nose. In those days, there was no such thing as hypothermia.”
“Proceed with caution, but don't be put off. After all, bristles aside, the porcupine is a harmless creature.”
“Winter hurled more wind and rain at the city than it ever had before. Clouds dashed about in all directions emptying their thunder, hail and rain. The horizon was choked in fog.”