Slate looked up the stairs. There were quite a lot of them. I could ask him to carry me. No, that’d be humiliating, and then he’d have to carry Brenner, too. Actually, that’d almost be worth it. I wonder if he’d do it. Behind her, the assassin turned away from the stairs and locked his fingers on the edges of the knight’s tabard. Caliban stared down at him, lip curled in something between pity and disgust. “Send…beer…” Brenner rasped.
Why is this book so funny also fuck horses man
