The world tilted slightly sideways. 'I think I need to sit down.' The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he'd already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded.

Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.

What goes on between a man and his missus is nobody's business; especially where desert toppin's involved.

It took him forever to get to downtown Vancouver although Tony had to admit that saving the world by public transportation was a particularly Canadian way to do things.

Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.

The world tilted slightly sideways. 'I think I need to sit down.' The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he'd already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded.

What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?