What Stalks the Deep (Sworn Soldier, #3)

by T. Kingfisher

One American can really fill a room. I assume it only takes a hundred or so to really fill a country.

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

Fragment paused, then added, I CANNOT TOUCH THE WHOLENESS, BUT IT COMFORTS ME TO KNOW THAT IT IS STILL THERE. “I feel the same way about Catholicism,” I said,

Ingold got the hunted look of a man trying to explain psychology to an alien jellyfish creature. (It’s rare, but you know it when you see it.)

“Rules of life,” Angus said. “Be true to your friends, don’t cheat at cards, don’t piss on the less fortunate, and don’t steal other people’s skeletons.”