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.”

“Hard for a human to compete with a god.”

The light through the holes in the blades mingled with the flickering of the oil lamp. It was like looking up through a supremely deadly cheese. It’s a good thing you’re a paladin, because you would never have made it as a poet. A deadly cheese? Really?