A Master of Words... Through werewolf eyes the world was different. For one thing, it was in black-and-white. At least, that small part of it which as a human she had thought of as vision was monochrome--but who cared that vision had to take a back seat when smell drove instead, laughing and sticking its arm out of the window and making rude gestures at all the other senses? - Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay This is the skill I strive for!
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