The idiot had shot their own dog. That’s what happened when the destructive potential of a man’s weapons exceeded his intelligence.

A ghastly attempt at a smile, sure to send any normal person to a therapist.

I raged across the field, killing all before me. They ran when they saw me coming, and I chased them down, and killed them before they could take someone else's friend away from them.

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

Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue

Why is everyone calling me Consort?" "Jim designated you as Consort in official papers. You don't want to be called Mate, calling you Alpha is confusing, and 'Beast Lady' makes people laugh.

It's awful to be rich and mind-boggingly handsome and have women fawn over you. My heart bleeds for you. Poor dear, how do you manage?