He Who Fights with Monsters: Book Twelve (He Who Fights with Monsters, #12)

by Shirtaloon

I thought the UN’s job was to ask people to stop violating human rights, and then get sad when they say no.”

“They had a sign out front that read ‘outsiders strictly forbidden!’ In adventuring circles, Clive, that is what is referred to AS A CLUE!”

But a lot of who I am, good and bad, began right here. If I can’t face that, I’ll be stuck in this room my whole life.

“It’s easy to dwell on our failures, but we need to celebrate what we accomplished as well.

We were sad yesterday and we can be sad again tomorrow. Today, we’re going to be happy.

Some of the performances used actors while others were puppet shows that delighted the children and creeped out the adults.

“Okay, that was a bad idea. In fairness, another guy did it first. I didn’t love his book, but there’s not a lot of reference material for this stuff.”

Sword of Damocles, poised over their heads.

He sipped at a cup of tea with a splash of liquor in it. Neiman, looking more dishevelled by the moment, was on his third cup of liquor with a splash of tea in it.

“If you want to make that argument to Jason, I’d recommend beating your head against the wall instead. You won’t have to leave your office, and the wall might actually budge.

selling the cow to get lessons on how to milk it.”

It wouldn’t be the first war started by the bad decision of an idiot.