“Those swords are mine! Touch them and I’ll use ‘em to slice off your nut sack! For a coin purse!”

“He shot to his feet, faced off against her. "No more mercy for ye, Valkyrie." Holding nothing back, he launched a haymaker at her head.She ducked and laughed. "That accent you work so hard to hide is coming out! Are ye feckin' Oirish this time? Eh, boyo?" She leapt atop his desk, punting the side of his head. "Those swords are mine! Touch them, and I'll use 'em to slice off your nutsack! For a coin purse!”

“I spent the morning as the ceiling in the warlocks’ tent. Found out that the hobbies of Those Best Forgotten include long walks on the beach and sacrificing nymphs on altars. I mean, who’d want to hurt a nymph? That’s like kicking a rainbow in the nuts.”

“Look it Gollum, if you spring me, I’ll help you find your Precious.--Regin”

“I’ll do this to you till there’s something to take the place of your vows—until you see the two of us together as your religion.” (Garreth)”

“You think I should use magick like mine to open a tomb?" Mari asked in a scoffing tone. Mistress of bluffing, working it here. "That'd be like calling you in to lift a feather.”

“I like em young, dumb, and hung." Reign the Radiant”