“O! And that slightly painful yet massage-like- 'pulling' feeling where her shoulder blades met her wet membrane wings which were a bit heavy with wintery water…”
“…That firecracker of a child came to me in the time of red pistachio leaves. She loved reaching this part of the book…”
“And suddenly, these most petite of little performers scattered, aghast in a flurry of membrane wings and tutu's as if in a melodrama at the sight of a looming figure approaching…”
"The roiling currents wound about her amphibious feet like a gleeful symphony for a new Queen..."
