Shadows Rising (World of Warcraft, #17)

by Madeleine Roux

“Now look at us! We make quite a team, little zappy boy.”

“Honestly, this is very, very bad. If the storm sail isn’t up soon then we’re all well and truly f—”

Why is this necessary?

A fat, wet toad hung limp from the sharp end.

How does it describe me so well?