I should’ve been furious, but for some reason I wasn’t. Maybe because I knew he was telling the truth. Maybe because Voron left me just like that, without the much-needed explanations. Maybe because things I had learned about him since his death had made me doubt everything he’d ever said to me. Whatever the case, I felt only a hollow, crushing sadness. How touching. I understood my adoptive father’s killer. Maybe after this was over, Hugh’s head and I could sing “Kumbaya” together by the fire.

He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck

If you come, you better come in force because I will kill every single one of you. My hand won't shake, my aim won't falter. My face will be the last thing you'll see before you die." I jammed my knife into the table and walked out.

The Dude just pounded his way in a straight line, convinced that the lion was a figment of his imagination and that the vampire ahead of him was just Grendel's deformed mutant brother.

It was the kind of sword that would make a lifelong pacifist look for tall boots and a hat with feathers.

Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.

Are you implying that our relationship is like a Spanish soap opera?” “I’m not implying. I’m saying it.