“The stink of rot and ruin, of old dreams, broken screams, and wicked, dirty little things.”
“My life is ruined!" She sobbed. "It's just one big rotting whale carcass on the beach of broken dreams!”
“Mencheres dragged her screaming from me only an hour after our binding!" Gregor said. "I don't give a rot if Mencheres yanked her off your throbbing, rigid cock," Bones snarled. "Go dream a little dream, you sod!”
“When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.”
“Kenzie approached sheepishly, one half of the broken rattan in her hand. "Sorry," she said, holding up the ruined weapon with a helpless gesture. "It...uh...died a noble death. I can only hope it gave that thing a wicked tongue splinter.”
“Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest.”