What Stalks the Deep (Sworn Soldier, #3)

by T. Kingfisher

We grow turnips and sheep, but our primary export is people who want to get the hell away from it.

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

I would prefer a rifle to a pistol and a ticket to another country to either. I hear that Guam is lovely this time of year.

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.”