I don’t remember the whole thing, because it was very long, but Atticus recited it for me once, and there was a line that went like this: Cry ham hock and let slip the hogs of war! I know you might no...
I dispelled my invisibility for a few seconds in his full view, a finger resting provocatively on my lower lip, giving him a come-hither look under a streetlight. His jaw and the bottle of Żubrówka dr...
Who else can walk around in a suit like that and then disappear without a trace?That’s easy, Granuaile replied. Keyser Söze. She blew on the tips of her fingers. Poof. He’s gone.