Pride, Prose, and Princes: Part Four A long white head scarf fluttered past us in the dusty wind. In pursuit of it was a lanky blue Kacheek, who was quite red in the face. "He'll never catch up with it. Let's help!"
Roomies 3: Part Three Jhudora wasn't listening anymore. Instead, she had scrambled to her feet and was scanning the ceiling for the faint outline of a trapdoor...