Supposedly impregnable, the HMS Talent was freshly docked at a certain European landing stage. The crowds were marshalled, flags flew, a band was playing.
Nonfiction
Stakanchik
There’s a new man behind the checkout counter at the “Royal Bazar.” He has a large tattoo covering his shaved head and tapering off down the back of his neck.
Castles, Books, and Submarines
“I’d rather go to Hell and back than become a housewife. Every poor woman trapped in that fantasy was starring in their very own Groundhog Day.”