yes , he had provided for the pack , but only by pledging his life to the service of the trolls , and thereby pledging the lives of the pack . and in return , the trolls had provided food for the wolves - being fed like pet dogs , as far as more-grim was concerned . but now they would hunt for themselves - they would become proud wolves once again . more-grim had hated grim for his subservience to grantt , and he had hated grantt for forcing such subservience upon him and his pack

it began to walk away , head and tail held high and proud . '' come back , '' said coraline . '' please . i 'm sorry . i really am . '' the cat stopped walking , sat down , and began to wash itself thoughtfully , apparently unaware of coraline 's existence . '' we ... we could be friends , you know , '' said coraline

he opened his eyes as phillip crouched down next to him . '' am i dead ? '' stephen croaked . '' no , '' phillip chuckled . '' but ... '' stephen jerked awake now . '' you ... '' phillip stood . '' yeah , i know . '' deyna knelt beside stephen and looked up at phillip

'' we 'll start at the ishtar gate , '' he said . '' you 'll need plenty of rotten rutabagas , '' said sally popoff . '' the softer the better . '' '' what exactly is a rutabaga ? '' said the fortune teller . '' does it have anything to do with fertility rites ? '' '' a rutabaga is a yellow turnip , commonly known as the swedish turnip , '' said
sally