She felt her canines growing. All bad verse—originally the epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. "Well," growled Blueskin, "you've had my offer. ” She looked around the apartment again.
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