Oh, I know. They’re dwarfs pretending to be elves.No, they’re not dwarfs either.Okay, okay, they’re little people, I’m sorry! Can’t believe I have to be politically correct when you’re the only one wh...
As any war veteran will tell you, there is a vast difference between preparing for battle and actually facing battle for the first time. You can be told that reading Victor Hugo will sap your will to...
Aside from cutting off her head, though, I didn't really mean to kill her.Granuaile laughed. You know I'm on your side, but to an objective listener, that sounds like a less than convincing argument.
Revenge and rational thought never sleep together.
Turns out that once you kill a god, people want to talk to you. Paranormal insurance salesmen with special "godslayer" term life policies. Charlatan's with "godproof" armor and extraplanar safe houses...
If there is anything I can warn you about when it comes to expanding your lifespan, it's that boredom is your enemy. If you get too bored with the routine of it, the endless eating, and sleeping, and...
They may have been victims at one time, but what you have to focus on is what they are now.
No matter how old I get, I keep running into people who are smarter, nobler, and kinder. I really ought to start listening to them and telling my pride to shut up. I had gods tell me not to go to Asga...
Look, I don't know what you are, but you're more than a geologist, if you are one at all. I've met lots of geologists on different projects like this, and they're all tiny sunburned men with fetishes...
It’s odd how a dog roaming around is a health code violation but serving fried death on a stick isn’t.
Have you learned nothing from this journey? Magic is a drug. You can't just go around eating everything that sparkles.
The color palette is confined to that of a Gustave Dore' engraving, greys and blacks, and subtle shadings of these rendered in harrowing crosshatches and highlighted with sudden glaring areas of nothi...
The wind and the grass and something in the sky, sun, or moon, shining on our backs as we run: They are gifts that humans toss away like socks on Christmas morning, because we see them every day and d...
This bastard is so guilty he already has his lawyer here.
You don't even know if she really likes you, Oberon said as we exited and I unlocked my bike. She could be doing her customer service routine and stringing you along in hopes of a big tip the next tim...
May harmony find you Atticus
We should be going in there with a thousand naked warriors who fight like wet cats with dodgy bowels. You can go naked if you want, the bastard says to me, ignoring my advice.
It's not like the Middle Ages, when you had the Church and the aristocracy keeping everything nice and stagnant.
I jumped up and down and swore violently in seventeen languages.
But there was no going back to that idyllic time when only one god wanted to kill me.