...to be injured on this tundra would lead to a quick and painful death—or at the very least abject humiliation before the popping flashes of the tourist season's tail end, which was slightly less painful than a painful death, but lasted longer.

(to Foaly) Captain Short's life is in danger, so push the button before I climb that tower and push it with your face!

The humans were protecting their heritage, or so they thought. Strange that Mud Men seem more concerned about the past than the present.

Let us proceed under the assumption that the fairy folk do exist, and that I am not a gibbering moron.

Well, I don't like the first bit and I don't know the last bit. So I'm really hoping the middle bit is exceptional.

Orion sniffed. "Good. Then, worthy centaur, perhaps you could give me a ride to the village on your way back. Then I can make a few pennies wth my verses while you build us a shack and perform circus tricks for passersby." This was such a surprising statement that Foaly briefly considered jumping into the hole to get away.

Benny was awake again. Happened every morning.