The Books of the South (The Chronicles of the Black Company, #3.5-5)

by Glen Cook

Blade came back. “Nerves getting you guys?” “Nerves? What nerves? They didn’t put no nerves in when they made Willow Swan.”

I used language that would have distressed my mother immensely.

That little shit Goblin was standing on his saddle. He was bent over with his pants down, telling the world what he thought of the Shadowmasters and their boys.