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

Let's have a partnership, Kate. I offer honesty, Kate. I don't have have outrun the Beast Lord I just pissed off, Kate. I only have to outrun you and hit you with my car as I hightail it out of here.

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.

I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.

And did you have to hack his arms off?” “Yes, I did. He wouldn’t go through the door.” “You say it like you’re proud of it." I was proud of it. It was an example of quick thinking in a difficult situation.

The sight of me puffing and straining apparently amused him to no end.

Who is that?” “Your replacement.” “You replaced me with a shaved poodle?” “He's got mad skills.