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“Well, anyway, this'll be easier than knocking an elf out of a tree. Trust me.'
'How many elves have you knocked out of trees, Stubble?'
'Duraden's bones! Have ye never heard of a figure of speech?”
― Ian Livingstone, Firestorm

“Friend, we are well met indeed. I think we are a pair of fools and that we should hasten to Nildren's Peak, where I shall buy ye such a dinner as even your great frame will find sufficient. And then we shall see who can drink the other under the table. Is that good by ye?”
― Ian Livingstone, Firestorm

“Hirsute? What does that mean?'
'Hair, you ninny, hair!”
― Carl Sargent, Firestorm

“By Duraden, I have trolls dancing in my head this morning!' Stubble grumbled, screwing his eyes into a squint at the bright morning light.”
― Carl Sargent, Firestorm

“Has Solan addled your brain?”
― Carl Sargent, Firestorm

“When he came to, the eels were still being removed from him and Anvar was congratulating one of the rivermen. The man had smashed open a barrel of eels and covered both dwarf and zombie with them.”
― Ian Livingstone, Firestorm