“Sometimes Carrot sounded like a civics essay written by a stunned choirboy.”
“She was a Roman Cardinal, chaste, but for the perfect choirboy.”
“Sometimes words need music too. Sometimes the descriptions are not enough. Books should be written with soundtracks, like films.”
“An essay is like a bikini...”
“It's the same with spirit guises; show me a sweet little choirboy or a smiling mother and I'll show you the hideous fanged strigoi it really is. (Not always. Just sometimes. *Your* mother is absolutely fine, for instance. Probably.)”
“How're the Broncos doing?""Like a bunch of carrots.""Is that bad?""Can carrots play baseball?""I guess not.""Then you have your answer.”