“Hail, hail Freedonia, land of the free!”
“Farewell happy fields,Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.”
“Luka, the king—""Hail the king!" he playfully interrupted."Why does everyone say 'hail the king' every time I mention Darius?""Tradition." He winked at me from over his shoulder. A grin stretched my lips."So, if I say king—""Hail the king!"I tried again. "King?""Hail the king!""King.""Hail the king!""K—""Stop it!”
“There is no great invention, from fire to flying, which has not been hailed as an insult to some god.”
“All hail Discordia!”