So many of us had been armed that there were holsters and weapons scattered among the passed-out bodies like mercenary prizes in a fleshy Cracker Jack box.

Some days you go bear hunting and you get eaten. Some days you come home with a nice rug to roll around on, and bear steaks. What they don't tell you as a kid is that sometimes you get the rug and steaks, but you also get some nice scars to go with them. As a child you don't understand that you can win, but that's it's not always worth the price. Once you understand and accept that possibility you become a real grown up, and the world becomes a much more serious place. Not less fun, but once you realize what can go wrong, it's a lot scarier to go hunting "bears".

Fear will bind you closer than love, or hate, and it works a hell of a lot quicker.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect

Just what I needed—a necromancer with an attitude. Oh, wait, I was a necromancer with an attitude.

Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it