Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.
Terry PratchettHe's probably their battle poet, too." "You mean he makes up heroic songs about famous battles?" "No, no. He recites poems that frighten the enemy....When a well-trained gonnagle starts to recite, the enemy's ears explode.
Terry PratchettShe was a beefy young woman and, whatever piece of music she was playing, it was definitely losing.
Terry Pratchett