Wheeling Gull Isle Revenge of the orchestra.

Moonspear? Dinah's head quirks, eyes glimmering. Ah, her cousins! She tries to envision what they would look like with the vague idea she had of them. She imagines little mini Towhees; or perhaps they looked more like Dinah! Um, her shoulders tense as her stride slows to a trudge, the banks of sand picking up in depth. they wouldn't like it here, I don't think. Unless her cousins liked being potentially eaten alive by four ink-caped demon children.
I don't know if you'll like John. He talks about God a lot, and he looks at me weird. He tries to be my friend, her ears flick once, twice, and then settle on the sides of her head. A thought crosses her mind — she'd never heard Gramma Towhee talk about God! Her eyes glimmer with a newfound curiosity. Do you know God, Gramma?