A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.

A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.

My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.

The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.

Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.

Though he would normally look away from such people, for some reason he kept examining them from the back of the elevator. Do I know these losers? He wondered.

There was a lot at stake. Too much to lose. They reckon we all have our price, and Algy knew mine.

“Guess who’s coming to the campus coliseum?” Zora greeted Zarius in the hall with a wide-eyed grin as he left the classroom.

As a rule, the Bishop was more in than out. Consequently the size, the airiness, and the aggressive modernity of the room made quite an impression on him. Deacon Sue realised this from the way he quietly looked around and nodded.

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