It never rains, I moaned. Tera frowned at me. It is raining now. She turned to Susan. I do not think he is coherent. I snorted and looked around blearily. It’s a figure of speech.
Jim Butcher
It never rains, I moaned. Tera frowned at me. It is raining now. She turned to Susan. I do not think he is coherent. I snorted and looked around blearily. It’s a figure of speech.