Stone and blocks, like butter and bread.

“So if my ability to meditate was what was going to save the world, or at least …”

“He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.”

“Shame scowled. “How about I just make you angry again? That coat makes you look…”

“Horseshit,” Shame said cheerfully. “He can dispossess you and die. Pretty easy,…”