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323 pages, Paperback
First published September 2, 2008
'The pen is mightier than the sword, and all that.’ ‘That depends very much where you ram it,’ Suruk observed sourly.'Suruk giving love advice:
'‘Get another one?’ Smith cried, appalled. ‘She’s not a bloody cheese sandwich, Suruk. More like. . . a sandwich made of gold.’ ‘So, inedible,’ Suruk said. ‘Completely useless.’
'‘I had a bad night too,’ Suruk said. ‘I played a game called poker. Nobody could read my expression because of my tusks, so I won a pile of little round biscuits and something called a yacht. The biscuits turned out to be plastic so I threw them all away. Most disappointing.’
'‘None of which stops me weighing far too much,’ Carveth said. Suruk turned from his study of the stars. ‘You’d be lighter if I cut your head off,’ he said. ‘How about that?’
'‘Right then. What works with children?’ ‘Cranberry sauce!’ Suruk said. ‘I think you may have misunderstood the question.'See what I mean?
'You are asking me to send my men to their deaths for the sake of indulging my own petty sadism.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘When can I start?’Also, there are dragons in the book.