How does it taste?” Carter wondered.
Zia smiled. “Stick out your tongue.”
To answer Carter’s question, the tattoo tasted like burning car tires.
“Ugh.” I spit a blue gob of “order and harmony” into the fountain.

“Remake the wild, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world. You …”

“Thanks for everything.”“As you wish,” the captain said. If axes could frown, I’…”

“We passed hieroglyphic scrolls, gold jewelry, sarcophagi, statues of pharaohs, …”

“Why can't you place a blessing like that on us?" I asked."It only works on wild…”