“Give it to 'em!"Take 'em down!"First Aleran!"Kick their furry--"Assault formation!”

“But I am dead certain--ba-dump-bump-ching--that I'm the first guy to lead an army of spirits in an assault from the spirit-world side...and had them start off screaming, "BOO!”

“Do you want your blood to stay where it is sochar-lar?"Tavi lifted both eyebrows at the unfamiliar word, and glanced at Varg."Monkey," Varg supplied, in Aleran. "And male-child.""He called me monkey boy?" Tavi asked.”

“I put on the boots and kicked some monster ass.”

“If I lived through the next day or so, I needed to start keeping track of where these jokers liked to get their bloodthirsty freak on. It might give me an edge someday. Or at least a list of places that could use a nice burning down. I hadn't burned down a building in ages.”

“I kicked the door open, staff held ready to fight, and shouted, "And I'm all outta bubble gum!”

“Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.”