He Who Fights with Monsters 3 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #3)

by Shirtaloon

“I’m a really hypocritical socialist,” he muttered to himself. “I like money way too much.”

two slots filled with heavy gold bars.

12-14 million bucks

“This conversation has officially crossed my idiocy threshold,” Arella said, getting up. “This meeting is adjourned.”

Hahaha. I long to use this line at work!

He was compelling yet infuriating. Clever yet foolish; naïve but also cunning. He would hide his virtues and proudly announce his failings. He seemed to have neither pride nor honour, yet she had come to realise that he was filled with his own versions of both.

An interesting character description. Could be useful as a basis for a new unique character?

She thought about his smug, smirking face, the impish grin and made an admission to herself. “Damn it,” she muttered.

Oh wow, do I recognize this angry feeling.

“Lord!” he cried to the sky. “Why can you not speak to me in this forsaken place? Why did you send me here?”

Lol. This makes me chuckle.

“If saving the day comes down to rakish insouciance, I’ll bow to your expertise. We just have different areas of specialty.”

DS Adam Cosgrove was thirty-one years old and looked like a detective from a TV show. He wasn’t good-looking enough for it to be an American show, but he had a dishevelled intelligence that was compelling enough for a middlingly successful British or Australian crime drama.