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Generally it takes longer for me to make a fool of myself in front of good-looking men. I’m getting more efficient.
“He gets to be bone-doctor, but I have to be tomato-man?” “Tomato-man is a job-human,” said Earstripe. “Bone-doctor is our priest-human.”
The thing that no one warned you about insanity was how incredibly tedious it was. You were always having to explain yourself and apologize, over and over, and you got so tired of being crazy.
“The Church of Sharp Falling Objects?” asked Galen.
“You cannot ask a woman to compete with a god. But we can still love someone and be loved. Even as broken as we are.”
“How many men really suffer from a surfeit of unbridled joy in their lives?” “I really hope somebody somewhere is,” said Galen. “Make up for the rest of us who are just muddling along, you know?”
Galen knew from experience that gnoles had about fifty words that all translated as crazy, none of which actually involved mental illness, which they called head-sick.
Once a thing is made, it exists in the mind of the world. The next one is easier to make, and the next one after that.”
As far as he could tell, the prohibition against waking sleepwalkers had arisen because of a superstition that their souls might come untethered and a wandering ghost slip inside in its place.
All I want in life is to have a sexy man make passionate love to me, eat a nice meal together, and then I’ll leave to go chop up corpses. Is that really so much to ask?
“It’s a noble sentiment, but you can’t ask people to pour themselves out for something that doesn’t care and can’t be fixed and at the end they’re empty and nothing changes.”
Maybe a hero is just what we call someone who doesn’t have the sense to stop before they destroy themselves.”
Part of him wanted to start all over again. Another, rather larger part, pointed out that he was middle-aged and that it had been a dismally long day, with only an hour of disturbed sleep earlier. The spirit was willing, but the spongiform erectile tissue was weak.
Very little had been easy since. But this…this was easy. The weight of Piper’s body, the way his ribs moved under Galen’s arms as he breathed, the prickle of short dark hair against Galen’s cheek. The paladin did not have to do anything. He could sit and simply exist and know that Piper was safe and in his arms and he did not have to be afraid.
Eventually, he went to prayer and the bottle, the two great comforters of humanity since the discovery of gods and yeasts.
