God is dead, and we have killed him, but then he respawned and pwned us all.

...the bad dreams are the way I bleed...

I am a good runner. There are many faster, but not so many for whom it has been as necessary to learn to become nothing but flight.

Wylan looked as if he was ready to wet himself. Helvar appeared grim as always. Jesper just grinned and whispered, "Well, we've managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. We're either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breathe air.

Archer! Let us fetch a spot of tea, old boy!

You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person