There wasn't a colloquial phrase, or curse, that went something like, "May your day be full of angry dragons" or, "May every dragon you meet today be pissed off." But, there should have been.

The gods where like the weather; sometimes good, sometimes bad, and either way, always beyond her.

Is this some sort of test?" "Everything that doesn't kill you is." "Mind you," he added, "surviving doesn't always mean you passed.

I'm missing something, aren't I?" "Brains", he snapped. "And survival instinct. The Hawklord's been waiting for you for three hours." "Tell him I'm dead.

I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.

I don't make the laws, I just enforce them." "Then remind me to introduce a new set of laws, since the ones we have clearly assume a level of common sense that's lacking.

Generally, I like to appear smart. I don't admit being stupid when there's any hope I'm not.