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

by Shirtaloon

You had plenty of time to do something,” Belinda said, the barbs in her voice dripping venom. “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.”

“You don’t feel any need to defend your lady?” “She can take care of herself,” Jory said. “If she wants my help, she’ll ask. She’s not shy.”

“It's fine,” he assured her. “I mean, have I met a bunch of gods? Yes, but it's not like we hang out.”

How about instead of transforming yourself, you just act like a sensible person?” “That's not my strong suit,”

You’re about as mortal as it gets,” Farrah told Jason. “Which is odd for a man who keeps coming back from the dead.”

I’ve got this friend whose disregard for the rules apparently extends to the laws of life and death.

I don’t want to be caught under the feet of giants.” “I’m not a giant, Autumn.” “No?” “No,” Jason said. “I’m the one caught underfoot.”

“Since when does something not being true stop people from believing in it?”

I realise that you're under a lot of pressure to get this right and I know that my general demeanour doesn't always inspire confidence. How about we both take a step back? You take off your princess hat, I'll take off my clown shoes, and maybe we can figure out how to move forward without stabbing one another.”

Never lie when the truth can lie for you, and don't do things for one reason if you can do them for two.

“You died and came back; welcome to the resurrection club. I’m the president, but it’s a largely ceremonial position.”

This isn’t my kingdom and this isn’t my home.” “And where is your home?” “My home is people.