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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

“The warm days of Firestreak are usually good for travellers in the world of Amarillia.”
― 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

“The fourth elf was younger than the others. This showed in the perfection of her skin, the agility and speed of her movements, and in the brightness of her dress. Her long silk garment was yellow and gold and green, and she wore a blue silk choker with a trailing silver scarf at her neck matching another at her waist. There was fire in her dark eyes which added to her overpowering beauty.”
― Ian Livingstone, Firestorm

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

“I think this goat must have been fed on old boots,' Stubble complained as he chewed the last scraps of flesh from the bones littering his stew.”
― Carl Sargent, Firestorm

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

“Solan is descending in the sky...”
― Ian Livingstone, Firestorm

“I am come,' the Demon said simply, in a droning monotone. 'I am with the dead of the lake. Come to me.' Then the appearance of the skull-face vanished and the blood burst into a shroud of flame, spreading through the throne room in a storm of brilliant red and yellow. The screams could be heard half a league away.”
― Ian Livingstone, 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

“Excuse me for a moment, will ye. I think I have to talk to the river,' he said unsteadily and flopped over the side-rail.”
― Ian Livingstone, Firestorm

“As grumblers go, Stubble was in a league of his own.”
― Ian Livingstone, Firestorm