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

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

Sanabalis never seemed to eat, and he deflected most of her questions about Dragon cuisine. Then again, he deflected most of her questions about Dragons, period. Which was annoying because he was one, and could in theory be authorative.

Truth, like beauty, is in the eyes of the beholder.

Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

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.

You'll be with me, won't you?" "indeed." "Then what could go wrong?" Lord Sanabalis visibly grimaced. "You clearly do not believe in angry gods.