"His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger."

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She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels very, very good.

— Orson Scott Card