“There was blood on the hair of his chinny chin chin.”

“Like a bellowing beast, he howled her name, his raspy wails riding the gales like a ship on a roiling sea.”

“Beyond the window, a breeze gently gusted―and she heard it―ever so softly, just beyond the panes. Like a forlorn lover, dark waters were wooing her, a wily whispering, gently insistent―Chrissstaaa…Chrisssstaaaaa…”

“There was blood on the hair of his chinny chin chin.”