"Horrors," said Elphaba.
It was her first word, and it was greeted with silence. Even the moon, the lambent bowl among the trees, seemed to pause.
"Horrors?" Elphaba said again, looking around. Though her mouth was serious, her eyes glowed; she had realized her own accomplishment. She was nearly two years old. The big sharp teeth in her mouth could not keep her words locked inside anymore.
"Horrors," she tried in a whisper. "Horrors."
-Wicked, Gregory Maguire 1995
