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

by Shirtaloon

just remembered,” he said. “Not sure if anyone mentioned, but one of the perks of having a full essence set is you don’t have to poo anymore.”

“When someone believes something, they believe it hard. Too hard. They’ll dismiss good evidence that contradicts their belief and accept spurious evidence that supports it.

“Don’t be judgemental.” “Judgemental? The man was a loon!” “He’s from very far away,” Arabelle said. “He’s bound to have some idiosyncrasies.” “Idiosyncrasies? He tried to get me to invest in a pottery workshop staffed by slaves!

don’t like what’s happening in my head,” Jason said. “Am I a furry now? I don’t want to be a furry.”

“I’m not above exploring new things,” Jason said. “I just don’t have time to work on the costumes. Making them, cleaning

“Royal assassins,” Jason said. “I’d say you should try democracy but the results where I come from are very mixed.”

“You do have very large arms,” Beth said. “They are quite large, aren’t they?” Jason said. “Do you do any special exercises?” “We train together,” Humphrey said, giving him a flat look. “You know exactly what exercises I do.” “So, you’re saying you rub special oil on them when no one’s looking?” “What?”

“Democracy is a pack of gullible idiots being exploited by the selfish and immoral.

“It is what it is and goes how it goes,”

“Look at that,” Jason said. “Neil really is an elf.” “Shut up, Asano.”