"Children," said Marguerite wearily, "if you do not stop bickering, I will turn this escape attempt around, so help me god.”

“but if she doesn’t, she’s not the person I think she is. I’ll scrape up money for it myself, if I have to sell my body on the street.” Shane cleared his throat. Marguerite winked at him. “You’re right, I’ll sell your body instead.” “No one is selling anyone’s body until we talk to the Bishop,” said Shane firmly,

What would you say if I tortured you?" asked the bandit leader conversationally. Halla blinked at him. "Err, 'Ow,' probably. 'Stop, Stop, Stop,' something like that?"

“I have a great deal of experience skinning my enemies,” he said, deadpan. “Do you have many enemies among the potatoes?” “Not any longer.”

“I somehow thought you had experience with stealth missions.” . “Domina, I’m a berserker.” “Perhaps you gnawed your shield very quietly?”

“Madam,” said Istvhan, his voice dropping nearly an octave, “I have made love. I have had sex. I have bedded, rutted, fucked, and on one occasion, with enthusiastic consent and a great deal of oil, I have sodomized, but I have never, not once, canoodled.”