His brow thunderous, he hissed out a breath followed by an orchestra of clicks low in his throat. The sounds held a suspicious lack of courtesy."That better not be directed at me or I'll pan-fry your tailfin in butter and garlic.

We aren't defined only by our failures and sorrows. I'm starting to believe we're an assortment. A few big events, but countless smaller details. Little joys that carry us through the days, even when those days are bad.

Don't thank me yet. Your human looks decidedly stale. Have you given her any water?"He frowned. "Why would I do that when there's water all around?""She can't ingest seawater, crustacean-head. Don't you know anything about landwellers?

He wondered what his best friend would think of that, to have gained a friendship even after death.

I feel like myself again when I'm with you. When we're together, I don't feel broken.