I jumped up, seized the moment by the scruff of the neck and seat of the pants, and ran him out the door to… — Glen Cook

“Kayean and I used to walk up here at night to, uh…”

“In a graveyard?”

“Nothing like tombstones to remind you how little time you have for the finer things in life.”

“The Sair is accustomed to dealing with unbelievers, but even from them he expects the honor and deference due his rank.”

“I’ll be sure not to slap him on the back and ask if he wants a beer,” I said.

If you ask me, the difference between a hero and a coward is that a hero find some damn-fool way to con himself into going ahead instead of doing the sensible thing.