Voshak's hair, a pale blond braid, which he bleached, was his trademark. It made him memorable. That's how the slavers operated. They adopted costumes and personas, trying to make themselves larger-than-life and hoping to inspire fear. They counted on that fear. One could fight a man, but nobody could fight a nightmare.

Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course.

We were not finished yet, not even close. I could still smell her. I remembered what she felt like. What she tasted like. This wasn’t a casual sexual thing. This was a mating. I would have Kate as my mate. Whatever it took, no matter how long, she would be with me.

Morfran thrust his axe straight up. He pretty much seemed to have one sign for everything: poke a hole in the sky.

What kind of woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?

When walking into the lair of the dragon after robbing his hoard, the least you could do is hold you head high [...]

You don't cause problems. You cause catastrophes.