You know anything about investigative work?" "Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away.

...you expect me to fall on my back with my legs spread." "Not necessarily. ... You can fall on your hands and knees if you prefer. Or against the wall. Or on the kitchen counter. I suppose I might let you be on top, if you make it worth my while.

You fellows ever thought of hiring out as a Christmas lights crew? You’d make a fortune.

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.

The Beast Lord way: often wrong but never in doubt.

What would I do without the moral compass of a teenage werewolf.

Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?" "Yep." "Is he carrying the moon on his pitchfork?" "Nope it's a pie.