Woa

“There was a man once who never ate cherry-tart, to which he was passionately devoted, because the stones stuck in his teeth,” he said. “I’ve forgotten his name.” / “Blaize!” said Tommers. “Thanks, Bags. Woa! That’s nearly a toothful.” / David, with an engaging smile, watched Bags playing about with the decanter-stopper.

The gods, A.E. said, swished in to sit on the edge of the bed while he sketched them. Cock your head a little to the left, Mananaan Mac Lir; that’s too much—woa, that’s just right.

‘So help me, I will run your arse right down to the police station!’ ‘Woa, that’s good! That’s good, man, sit down.