Ah... Much better" he said. "Backbiter, Luke called it. An appropriate name. Now that it is reforged comeplately, it shall indeed bite back

Together we made our way down to the street level. Neither of us said a word. The music was awful--Neil Diamond or something. I should've made that part of my gift form the gods: better elevator tunes.

Did you bring me a rat?" "He has no time for rats, George." "No time for rats? That's just sad.

Her secret fear? Maybe she didn't tried hard enough.

Enemy giants moved towards the breech, and Tyson picked up the fallen warrior’s club. He yelled something to his fellow blacksmiths – probably ‘FOR POSEIDON!’ – but with his mouth full of peanut butter it sounded like, ‘PUH PTEH BUN.’ His brethren all grabbed hammers and chisels, yelled, ‘PEANUT BUTTER!’ and charged behind Tyson into battle.

She sacrificed her life to make things right," Mitchell grumbled. "She[Silena Beuregard] was a hero

Waitress!" Hedge called. "Six double espressos, and whatever these guys want. Put it on the girl's tab.