The tentacles looked almost like jewelry, sort of iridescent-shiny blue and purple, speckled with pale silvery spots, and they wound around Adam's wrists and up into his palms and coiled there, like small glittery snakes.

"So what's the problem?" Elizabeth asked. "They won't talk to us unless we sing first," John said.

"So what's the problem?" Elizabeth asked. "They won't talk to us unless we sing first," John said.

The party was sprawled across nine different rooms, and Kris ended up getting detoured half a dozen times before he finally managed to track down the bar and get Adam and Katy's drinks and a beer for him.