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unearths some literary gems.
From Death Turns a Trick, by Julie Smith:
***Elena looked at me as if I'd pulled a family of rabbits out of my bra.***[Putting the "skin" in "scintillating" dept.]"Like my outfit?""What there is of it.""Am I fascinating?" I gave it a hard "c.""Scintillating," he said, doing the same.***She bustled in, arms flying, making her purple cape a perpetual motion machine that slapped at passing waiters.[I had to read that sentence twice to discover that the word "flapping" actually doesn't appear there. So much implied flapping!]***
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