“St. Bernard said, ‘Every word one writes smites the Devil.”
“No. Not for saving my life. Besides, that’s in your canine DNA. Like a St. Bernard.” “A whirlwind of deadly blows,” she reminded him.”
“Better than anything you've come up with," Jacob answered, his human voice startling me. "Go fetch a space heater," he grumbled. "I'm not a St. Bernard.”
“Every swear word in the Devil's dictionary curled round my tongue.”
“Keep out of this," Lucian said. "I'm not smiting anybody.""You're showing mercy." Catch-a-Tick nodded. "That's heroic, too. But not as good as smiting.”
“My brother is a strange fellow," said Bernard, speaking with terrible bonhomie.”