Orn himself was a past peasant hero and champion, in a largely rural and agricultural area, who dared to stand up to a conquering force, and inspire his fellows to do the same.
No high school teens who turn out to be wonder-pilots here.
Look at that, pale as death and she’s got her neck covered, betcha fifty she’s a fang-banger
A vampire Blood Doll, her master, and the workshop they share
We need to gather the cam-droppers and bulldog gears off of number six, yes the wrecked number six. Then, with those pieces and the short drive off of number three we can put number four back into action.
Abelard von Richter
Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.
Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill
Get to it, you mealy boned maggots! That stone isn’t going to cut itself!
I’m gonna be somebody, someday!
‘Don’t you go foolin around in the fens buy. Moeder Moeras don’t care none if you mean no offence or just want to fill your wicker creel with fish. She’ll have your guts for fishnets and your bones for soup.’
Paulis the Riverguide
I need the shoe ads put in before the table of contents, and put the perfume ads behind the letters to the editor, don’t make me get the Sanderson data again on ad placement, and where in the blazes is my double-latte?
Ariel Kincaid, VP of Glitter Magazine
The surprising thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools.
Lithe as a willow and just as flexible
Ever collecting books, knick-knacks, gewgaws and endless heaps of strange oddments and tidbits
Brave Olgiherga Ogerhunch, ogre hunter of the Ostrobogs and fenstalker.
We all go a little mad…sometimes
You’re a mean one Old Crynog
You really are a skug
Halfling children’s rhyme
Life dies in my wake, sacrificing itself to my hunger
The Masque of Hunger
Good and evil? I see neither, I only see law and order opposing chaos and anarchy. Anarchy means blood, death, and poverty. I’ll take order and riches over that.
Sokolov the Axiomancer
A demon’s kiss burns with lust and with shame. So do their secrets and their magic.
30 painted ladies of the oldest profession. Reader discretion is advised.
In an isolated mountainous region, the local miners build their stone huts right next to the sarcophagi of their dead. In the winding tunnels of their mines, the spirits of their ancestors toil alongside them, sensing where the best deposits will be found and guiding their picks' strokes.