Our stares connected and we were quiet for a long minute, united by our misery. At least he understood me and I understood him. "A fine pair we make,” he said. "Yeah.

You look like Curran. You have that pissy exasperated look on your face.

Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course.

True strength isn’t in killing—or ignoring—your opponent, it’s in having the will to shield those who need your protection.

When walking into the lair of the dragon after robbing his hoard, the least you could do is hold you head high [...]

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

I've never created a riot before. I did cause a brawl at the last formal. A large number of young women there actually arrived with the expectation of seducing me into matrimony, and a couple of their mothers came to blows. It was hilari—I mean, dreadful. Simply dreadful.