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“Favorite Quotations.
I speak my mind because it hurts to bite my tongue.
The worth of a book is measured by what you carry away from it.
It's not over till it's over.
Imagination is everything.
All life is an experiment.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls the butterfly.”
― Pat Frayne, Tales of Topaz the Conjure Cat: Part I Topaz and the Evil Wizard & Part II Topaz and the Plum-Gista Stone

“These days when you kiss a prince you often run the risk of turning him into a frog. But don't let the ogres in shining armor get you down. There is no need for distress - you don't want to be anyone's damsel anyway. Simply remind yourself that you are busy racking up those 'frequent failure points' that will eventually pay for an all expenses paid trip to Mr Right.”
― Anthon St. Maarten

“Ale is the most civilized thing to a Dwarf, but to a Human it’s a reversal; a step back into a more primitive state.â€�

(HammerThorn)”
― C.A. Tedeschi, The Knights of the Brotherhood

“You think because you've got that good royal blood in you, you're better than us,' says the ogre, pressing one long fingernail against the prince's shoulder. 'Maybe you are. Only way to be sure is to have a taste.'

There's a drunken wobble to Oak's movements as he pushes off the ogre's hand and obvious contempt in his voice. 'The difference in flavour would be too subtle for your palate.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Beer gurgled through the beard. 'You see,' the young man began, 'the desert's so big you can't be alone in it. Ever notice that? It's all empty and there's nothing in sight, but there's always something moving over there where you can't quite see it. It's something very dry and thin and brown, only when you look around it isn't there. Ever see it?'

'Optical fatigue -' Tallant began.

'Sure. I know. Every man to his own legend. There isn't a tribe of Indians hasn't got some way of accounting for it. You've heard of the Watchers? And the twentieth-century white man comes along, and it's optical fatigue. Only in the nineteenth century things weren't quite the same, and there were the Carkers.'

'You've got a special localized legend?'

'Call it that. You glimpse things out of the corner of your mind, same like you glimpse lean, dry things out of the corner of your eye. You incase 'em in solid circumstance and they're not so bad. That is known as the Growth of Legend. The Folk Mind in Action. You take the Carkers and the things you don't quite see and put 'em together. And they bite.'

Tallant wondered how long that beard had been absorbing beer. 'And what were the Carkers?' he prompted politely.

'Ever hear of Sawney Bean? Scotland - reign of James the First or maybe the Sixth, though I think Roughead's wrong on that for once. Or let's be more modern - ever hear of the Benders? Kansas in the 1870's? No? Ever hear of Procrustes? Or Polyphemus? Or Fee-fi-fo-fum?

'There are ogres, you know. They're no legend. They're fact, they are. The inn where nine guests left for every ten that arrived, the mountain cabin that sheltered travelers from the snow, sheltered them all winter till the melting spring uncovered their bones, the lonely stretches of road that so many passengers traveled halfway - you'll find 'em everywhere. All over Europe and pretty much in this country too before communications became what they are. Profitable business. And it wasn't just the profit. The Benders made money, sure; but that wasn't why they killed all their victims as carefully as a kosher butcher. Sawney Bean got so he didn't give a damn about the profit; he just needed to lay in more meat for the winter.

'And think of the chances you'd have at an oasis.'

'So these Carkers of yours were, as you call them, ogres?'

'Carkers, ogres - maybe they were Benders. The Benders were never seen alive, you know, after the townspeople found those curiously butchered bodies. There's a rumor they got this far West. And the time checks pretty well. There wasn't any town here in the 80s. Just a couple of Indian families - last of a dying tribe living on at the oasis. They vanished after the Carkers moved in. That's not so surprising. The white race is a sort of super-ogre, anyway. Nobody worried about them. But they used to worry about why so many travelers never got across this stretch of desert. The travelers used to stop over at the Carkers, you see, and somehow they often never got any further. Their wagons'd be found maybe fifteen miles beyond in the desert. Sometimes they found the bones, too, parched and white. Gnawed-looking, they said sometimes.'

'And nobody ever did anything about these Carkers?'

'Oh, sure. We didn't have King James the Sixth - only I still think it was the First - to ride up on a great white horse for a gesture, but twice there were Army detachments came here and wiped them all out.'

'Twice? One wiping-out would do for most families.'

Tallant smiled at the beery confusion of the young man's speech.

'Uh-huh, That was no slip. They wiped out the Carkers twice because you see once didn't do any good. They wiped 'em out and still travelers vanished and still there were white gnawed bones. So they wiped 'em out again. After that they gave up, and people detoured the oasis.

("They Bite")”
― Anthony Boucher, Zacherley's Vulture Stew

“Built like an ogre, with a thick ginger beard, wiry orange hairs sprouting from his tree trunk arms and a head resembling a shining snooker ball, he takes one look at Gwen and sneers. “Put that feckinâ€� gun down, cowgirl.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Sleight of Hand

“Darla flexed her three-inch claws and swiped a gnarled index finger across her phone screen, scanning another batch of personal ads from Magic Matches, but none of the men looked like a suitable victim.”
― Alicia Hilton, Moonlight, Gunshot, Mallet, Flame

“Clutching his burning body were these impossibly strong arms, thick and hard and veiny, smooth, cold, so like the stony arms of an ogre Wayne expected to hear the battle-chant of Sauron’s army of Uruk-hai all around him, and the clank and clash of iron swords, and battle cries in unintelligible tongues.”
― S.A. Hunt, Burn the Dark

“Every critter seeks to bring about a situation, which may cause a boon to its survival. As dumb as Ogres are, they’re still natural creatures.”
― C.A. Tedeschi, Lion Knight saga: The Knights of the Brotherhood

“Gronyar grunted with satisfaction. His belly bulged. There was nothing better than eating your enemies, except maybe shitting them out.”
― C.A. Tedeschi, Lion Knight saga: The Knights of the Brotherhood

“Right now I don’t give a shit about his skin color or extreme need to floss. The fact that he looks vaguely civilized and like he took a bath sometime in the past century means he gets my vote.”
― Krista Luna, Bound to the Orc Ranger

“I know all about the two-finger tease.”
― Ruby Dixon, The Sea-Ogre's Eager Bride