It hurts! It throbs with pain, the like of which I never felt the half! Mortal flesh would scream again. . . yet demon spirit bids to laugh
It would have been funny if I had been an observer and not a participant, an idea that gave me a disconcerting insight into gossip. As I walked beside the silent Tamara, I realized that despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt.