Quotes from Gary L. Blackwood

I hurried after Sam, calling, "You might wait for us!" The last word, though it was but one syllable, covered two octaves, for my voice broke, as it had been doing lately with alarming frequency. Sam turned back with a mischievous grin on his face. "Was that your voice cracking, or were you attempting to yodel?

We'd best find Sal Pavy now, afor some scanderbag pounds him into a pudding and takes all his money." "Some SCANDERBAG?" "Aye. What's wrong wi' that?" Sam shook his head. "How long have you been in London?" "Nearly two years. Why?" "You still sound as though you'd arrived from Yorkshire yesterday.