He Who Fights With Monsters 7 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #7)

by Shirtaloon

“If you'd mustered up some courage any time in the last two years then she wouldn't have been stuck between a ghost and a coward. Now the ghost is coming back, so it's time to give it up or rummage around those fancy pants and see if you can't dig out some balls.”

Slice of fried gold that.

“Yeah, I don't like Wolverine,” Farrah agreed. “Hugh Jackman was so much sexier in Kate and Leopold.” “I know, right?” Jason said. “The way that man talks about butter. I mean, bloody hell. What were we talking about?” “Diminishing

Lol

“Nice. Oh, I’m Albert, by the way, but everybody calls me—” “Bert?” Jason asked. “No, Al. You can call me Al.” “And you can call me Betty,” Jason said, earning him a slap on the arm from Farrah.

Nice one.

“I would say that unevidenced conjecture that impugns the reputation of a group of people who are objectively heroic for the very thing that makes them heroes is unbecoming of someone representing an organisation like the Adventure Society. Further, I would say that, on a personal level, you were a petty, bitter and envious little person who does not deserve the seat you are sitting in. If you were to put it to me.”

“Mate,” Jason said, “the last diamond-ranker I met killed me, so my standards of courtesy operate on bit of a different curve. Also, I’ve been known to be a bit rude myself, from time to time, so no worries. It’s lovely to meet you both. Let’s all go take a sausage in the mouth.”

“If you’re not human,” she asked, “what are you?” “Rakishly handsome?”

“You get the pants off some of those rigid, straight-laced guys and you find they’re into some crazy stuff.”

Well, now you know the depth of the brown stuff into which you’ve been dropped.

“I didn’t say he uses the good sense the gods gave a plate of candied fruit slices.

Which tells me that this guy is gayer than a nautically themed dance troupe called Hot Seamen.”

“And now they aren’t the hegemons anymore,” Jason said, resting a hand on the pommel of his sword. “I’ve even got the hegemonic hegemon sword of hegemony.”