In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.

Put your badass face on and follow me.

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.

What kind of shapeshifter has orange fur anyway?" "Weredingo." Now I'd seen everything. Well, at least he didn't steal my baby.

Yep.” Eloquence ’R’ Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabic—safer that way.

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.

No, he just needs a moment," Curran said. "Young bouda males. Easily excitable.