You thought I was a werewolf?" Dervish asks."Yes" I answer hollowly."You ass.

There's something different about you," he says."I've started styling my hair differently," I laugh."Oh. I thought it was that you were three feet taller, a hell of a lot broader, look like a werewolf, and are naked expect for that bit of cloth around your waist. But you're right - it's the hair.

Lovely Arra Sails,nectar to all males,how I'd like to spear you like a whaler spears a whale!

Because we live in a world under siege,” I say. “Life sucks for mages and magicians- you taught me that. Bad things happen to those of us who get involved, but if we didn't fight, we'd be in an even worse state. None of it it’s your fault, any more than it’s the fault of the moon or the stars.”Dervish nods slowly, then arches an eyebrow “The moon or the stars?”“I always get poetic when I'm dealing with self-pitying simpletons.

I can give you two words," I tell him. "The second is off. Can you guess the first?

I've never met a politician who didn't deserve to be tossed into a pit full of Kallin," Beranabus grunts.

Then set the hounds loose, boy - it's time to kick demonic ass!

She was a beautiful woman." Gavner sighed, tracing the outline of one of the elephants. "She just had very bad taste in underwear …""And in boyfriends," I added impishly. Mr. Crepsley burst into laughter at that

Charna's Guts!