Paladin's Hope (The Saint of Steel, #3)

by T. Kingfisher

“Not many bulls goring people indoors,” said Galen. “Thank you for that exceedingly helpful observation, Paladin Galen.” “I live to serve.”

“I love lying flat in congealed blood,” muttered Galen. “Really. One of my favorite things.”

Galen said nothing, more loudly.

“Don’t you complain about that apple,” said Galen. “That apple’s brother saved my life.” “Should I apologize to it?” “I think that would be best.” Piper put a hand over his heart. “Dear apple, I did not mean to belittle your family’s sacrifice. Please, forgive me.” “Humans have lost their damn minds,” said Earstripe, shaking his head. “A gnole knew it was only a matter of time.”

He might not have dignity, but at least he would have tea.