You’re playing with a blow torch, and it’s pointed at your head. Think about what you’re saying.
It's Not About HimLittle crimes breed big crimes. You smile at little crimes and then big crimes blow your head off.
SnuffThe grain-fields went up the hillsides. Now as we went higher there was a wind blowing the grain.
The Sun Also RisesThe wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.
The Titan's Curse