Children of the American Dream
"although my hatchday isn't too far away so i'll be twenty five pretty soon." "only six years, that's nothing. i'm sure however old you are, you still look gorgeous." avory commented casually, "besides, i don't mind age.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 13: A Spoonful of Chaos
Swirls of white, gold, and sapphire-blue, except now, those same swirls were shifting and writhing about, spelling out nonsensical lyrics as the cake itself warbled in painful discord: _"and he sailed from the bay, with a bucket of whey, oh, wizard-boy’s hatchday
Fledgling Wilderness Survival Expedition
"not quite yet," nerlin said, "my hatchday isn't till later in the year." "oh, really? when is it?" "just after the festival of stars, around the solstice." "i'll remember that," pyxis said.