By the angel," jace said, looking the demon up and down. "i knew greater demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell." abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth. "i'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business," jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from staten island?
The distribution of species on islands and continents throughout the world is exactly what you'd expect if evolution was a fact. The distribution of fossils in space and in time are exactly what you would expect if evolution were a fact. There are millions of facts all pointing in the same direction and no facts pointing in the wrong direction.
Huh," leo said. "well, if you ever get off this island and want a job, let me know. you're not a total klutz." she smirked. "a job, eh?" making things in your forge?" "nah, we could start our own shop," leo said, surprising himself. starting a machine shop had always been one of his dreams, but he'd never told anyone about it. "leo and calypso's garage: auto repair and mechanical monsters.
When dove moves up from a canter to a gallop, sometimes the only way i can tell the difference is because her hooves pound a four-time rhythm instead of a three. but when corr moves into a gallop, it's as if it's a gait that's just been invented, something so much faster than all the others that it should be called something else...each stride feels like it takes us a mile. we'll run out of island before he runs out of speed. we're giants, on his back.