Kate had never met a person she didn't want to protect, preferably by hacking at the hostile parties with her sword.

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

As he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer. Curran looked at the fan. “What?” "An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints.” Curran just stared at him. Raphael strode toward the Pit, turned, flexed a bit, and winked at me. "Give me that,” I told Curran. “I need to fan myself.” "No, you don’t.

Georgie, stop trying to resurrect the shoes. They were never alive in the first place.

I think I've been rather reasonable about this whole situation." "How do you figure?" "They are still breathing, aren't they?

Rene looked at Grendel. “What in the world is that?” “That’s our mutant attack poodle,” I told her. “Is he chewing on a gun?

Too much excitement, Your Majesty?” I asked. “He was standing too close.” “He was asking about Andrea.” “Too close. I didn’t like it.” Curran wrapped his arm around my shoulders and started walking, steering me away from the group. His Possessive Majesty in all of his glory.