He Who Fights with Monsters 2 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #2)

by Shirtaloon

“What is going on here?” he asked. “Jason, what did you do?” “Why do you assume it was me?” “Was it you?” “Well, yes, but where’s the faith?”

“Jason's powers are alternately deceitful and flashy, leading to a miserable, inexorable demise,” Rufus said. “There's a recording floating around of him maniacally tormenting a group of powerful adventurers as he brings them prolonged, horrifying deaths.” Everyone turned to look at Jason. “It was in a mirage chamber,” he said. “None of them actually died.”

A professional thief and a gold-rank adventurer? The most exciting person I knew at iron-rank was a guy named Brian who could conjure a huge metal duck.”

“If your goddess is willing to hand over such information, then by what moral stricture does she not? Instead, she looks to ransom a man’s principles. You just tried to turn me on my friend, a man who saved my life, and you have the gall to lay there looking surprised? If you want to help me, then help me. Bring your self-serving ways to me again and you’ll get worse than you got today.”

Sophie noticed the difference between how people treated Jason and Humphrey. Jason was approached without reservation and greeted like an old friend. Humphrey was treated with respect and reserve, no one speaking to him unless directly addressed.

“Did you hear the entire Phael family had their Adventure Society membership revoked? Every single one of them, even the silver-ranker.”

“You’re one of those people, aren’t you?” she asked. “The ones who are just quietly exceptional at what they do.”

You can do almost anything if you're willing to do what it takes. People mostly fail at things because they balk at what they have to do. It's not that the path isn't there but that they aren't willing to walk it. There's a price they aren't willing to pay, be it literal, political, social, whatever. But if you're willing to commit, impossible is just a word for people convincing themselves not to try.”

Basically, they’re both good people who think like bad people.”

“How did you make these kinds of political allies in five months?” “I didn’t,” Jason said. “I made friends.”

“I would never ask her to choose between me and her religion, but she’s becoming more and more dogmatic. She’s becoming honest to the point of rudeness, demanding secrets she has no right to.” “Well, I do the rude honesty thing too,” Jason said. “But in my defence, I also lie a lot.”

“Sin and doom?” Neil asked. “They sound like they should be on the restricted list.” “They’re not,” Jason said. “We checked.”

“It’s best to just let him go and not ask questions,” Clive said. “That way lies madness, believe me.”

Stanislavski system,”

“Am I a furry now? I don’t want to be a furry.” “Why would you be furry?” Clive asked. “I’m not above exploring new things,” Jason said. “I just don’t have time to work on the costumes. Making them, cleaning them, dear gods. Maybe Jory has something that could help.”

“Do you want a slap too?” Sophie asked. “Would you think less of me if I said yes?” Jason said. “My safe word is munificent.”

“I think you’ve been spending too much time with Jason. You’re talking increasing amounts of rubbish.”

“Clive said that some people think the powers we get are reflections of who we are,” Sophie said. “So?” “So, floating out of the sky with an attention-grabbing cloak made out of sparkles seems very much like you.” “I can’t help if I’m pretty,” Jason said.

“Life isn’t for surviving, Wexler. Life is for living.”

“I don’t… not a lot of people look at me for who I am. My whole life, men have looked at me like an animal they need to break in.”

“What are those things on your shorts?” “Hearts,” Jason said. “That’s not what a heart looks like.”

Outworlders make good friends and terrible enemies.”

“Trauma is not an excuse to hurt other people,”

“The day I met Jason I learned that something being impossible wasn’t enough to stop him.