What happened to the alpha-wolf?" "LEGOs." "Legos?" It sounded Greek but I couldn't recall anything mythological with that name. Wasn't it an island? "He was carrying a load of laundry into the basement and tripped on the old set of LEGOs his kids left on the stairs. Broke two ribs and an ankle.

You said sloppy! Look, I didn't even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.

I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?

The woman frowned. "I probably should have mentioned that annoying habit of letting people come to the wrong conclusions and not correcting them? He got it from me.

What's that?" "That's my attack poodle.

Why couldn't she have gotten another Edger or some dimwit from the Broken for a passenger? No, she got Lord Leather Pants here.

He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.