I never talked about you much." I said to Hardy. My voice sounded odd to my own ears.
Hardy stared into my eyes and nodded, understanding that some things mean too
much to be expressed easily.

“—Colibrí —susurró él—. Será mejor que se vaya. Si no lo hace, terminaré comprom…”

“I’m not short. I’m…vertically disadvantaged.”

“You’re mad,” he said in a low voice, “if you think I would leave you now. I’ll …”

“I swear on St. Francis, the patron saint of all animals.” Seeing Poppy’s hesita…”