I pushed against the manhole cover and felt cold winter air on my face. The street above was dark; I took a second to make sure it was safe, and shoving the cover aside, climbed out and pulled Laura up from the sewer.
Books are wonderful things. There is nothing more exciting than getting a new book and hearing the spine crack for the first time while thumbing through the crisp, sharp pages. They come in all different shapes and sizes: small and thick or short and slim. They add color to any room and say something about who you are.