I Bet His Mother Was A Wyvern.

I Imbue This Place With My Essence, Every Stone And Every Drop. My Visit Will Do Wonders For The Flowers." Aly Propped Her Chin On Her Hand. "so Does Manure," She Observed.

When In Doubt, Shoot The Wizard.

We'll Be Chopped Up Before You Can Say 'king Maggot'.

There Is Power And There Is Power, My Dear. My Power Can Be Vast, In The Right Places.

Oakbridge Did His Work With Dramatics And Prophecies That All Would Go Horribly Awry. Having Dealt With Him Over Midwinter, Kel Wondered Why The Man Hadn’t Died Of A Heart Attack. Instead He Seemed To Thrive On Disaster And Finding People Seated In The Wrong Places.