a young Winchester, her purple wings not yet quite darkened to adult color,
But you must know, Warren, this is a ship, not a boat.” “Is there a difference?” Warren was unconcerned, scandalizing Laurence. “I thought they were simply two words for the same thing; or is it a matter of size? This is certainly a behemoth, although Maximus is like to fall off her deck at any moment.” “I am not,” Maximus said,
black with canary-yellow stripes and wearing a collar of dark green silk,
one of the by-now-familiar red ones,