THE GATEKEEPERS of Havlock House were snarling and yipping behind the dungeonesque front door, hitting the high notes like tiny aggrieved castratos. Although only Bunion qualified for that role, seeing as Hormone was a grrrrl. Chellis could hear her nails clicking on the foyer's parquet floor as she danced and yapped, her nails painted some trendy canine colour, like Bitch Black.
-- from Terry Griggs's upcoming Thought You Were Dead.
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