4 Quotes by Carl Sargent

I think this goat must have been fed on old boots,' Stubble complained as he chewed the last scraps of flesh from the bones littering his stew.

By Duraden, I have trolls dancing in my head this morning!' Stubble grumbled, screwing his eyes into a squint at the bright morning light.

Has Solan addled your brain?

Hirsute? What does that mean?''Hair, you ninny, hair!