#sal the werepomeranian

[sharry-arry-odd]

"Hate is loud, but I think you'll learn it's because it's only a few people shouting, desperate to be heard."

The House in the Cerulean Sea, by TJ Klune

[das-wil]

Theodore, Sal and Calliope!!!!

[ID: two wax pastel drawings on light blue, green ground. One shows a little bat like creature with a dragon tail chewing on a button. The other shows a Pomeranian on top of which a black cat is lying. END ID]

[sharry-arry-odd]

"How long have you been writing?" "Two months. Maybe a little less." So only since he'd been at Marsyas. "Not before?" Sal shook his head. "I never–no one let me before. Until I came here." "Arthur?" Sal scuffed a shoe against the rug. "He asked me what I wanted more than anything. For the first month, he asked me once a week, telling me when I was ready to answer, he'd do whatever eh could within reason." "And you said a typewriter?" "No." He looked down at Calliope. "I told him I didn't want to have to move again. That I wanted to stay here." Linus blinked against the sudden and unexpected burn in his eyes. He cleared his throat. "And what did he say?" "That he'd do whatever he could to make sure that happened. And then I asked for a typewriter."

The House in the Cerulean Sea, by TJ Klune