Tom and Peter, partners in disguise.

Mobei Jun is aware that humans aren’t as adept to the cold as demons, especially ice demons. What he didn’t realize is just how susceptible Shang Qinghua is to the cold.

"You have hairier feet than a satyr."

"Don't be an idiot, Achilles, they've got hooves."

"Hairier than a satyr's ass, then. And they stink."

Will dreams. It's complicated.

Hickey takes the measure of Mr. Jopson from below.

Roland trades a few words with a dead man.

With Max laid to rest in Santa Carla, Michael tries to get out, but he can't get far enough.

Will Graham is very, very tired.

There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.

Nie Mingjue wakes, and he is not within his guest rooms at Koi Tower.