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.”

💁‍♀️

Eventually, Galen reached into his pack and took out a drop spindle and began spinning handfuls of wool into thread while he walked, a surprisingly domestic activity for a paladin.

I love himmmmm

Brindle straightened. “A gnole is family,” he said, then leaned over and licked Earstripe between the eyes.

I LOVE GNOLES

Hi, you’re very sexy, incidentally I’m a berserker and if you touch me during a nightmare I’ll break your arm, wanna bone? His lips twisted. No, that rarely went over well.

“If they’d just get better care immediately afterward…but no, everybody gets it in their head that childbirth is natural and any fool could do it. Cows give birth, so why not people? And so I see more new mothers on the slab, or old women who have been living with something like this for years…”