What Stalks the Deep (Sworn Soldier, #3)

by T. Kingfisher

You can always get away with wearing a dress uniform instead of formalwear. Although Denton had never struck me as a formalwear type. Someone who would help you finish off a fungal abomination that had taken over your childhood friend, yes. Someone who wore a tuxedo with tails to dinner, not so much.)

“That is horrifying and I want to go home,” I said, although I pronounced it, “Ah. I see.”

We have a saying in Gallacia: “When the wolf bites your heart, don’t wait for him to shit,” which means, “If you’re scared of doing something, don’t put it off.” (Ingold tells me there’s a similar American saying about getting back on a horse.)

felt like an ant moving in the darkness of an anthill. Do individual ants ever think about the earth over their heads and feel uneasy? If so, I bet they don’t tell the other ants about it.

If there was a horrible thing in the earth, it should stay in the earth, not get up and wander around the countryside. Particularly not when I had to walk two miles through that countryside in the dark.