These weren't cheap modern books; these were books bound in leather, and not just leather, but leather from clever cows who had given their lives for literature after a happy existence in the very best pastures.

When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend.

Natural selection saw to it that professional heroes who at a crucial moment tended to ask themselves questions like 'What is my purpose in life?' very quickly lacked both.

And our lady friend, she thinks life works like a fairy tale.' Well, that’s harmless, isn’t it?' Yeah, but in fairy tales, when someone dies... it’s just a word.

There are, almost by definition, an unlimited number of Hells - potentially at least a personal one for every living sapient being.

I don't read an awful lot of fiction and when I do, it tends to be lightweight stuff.

Welcome to fear, said Moist to himself. It's hope, turned inside out. You know it can't go wrong, you're sure it can't go wrong... But it might.