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"Why the brutality?! Pretty peace-weavers aren't meant to claw, bringing good men down just for looking, innocent oglers sent deathward. Talk about inflated offenses!"

"Nothing like Modthryth, oh shit, remember her? The people's p princess, an utter criminal. Bro, if anyone looked at her in daylight, save her own overlord, she'd deal that man death--"

"They were the cream of the crop, but soon they'd be chaff, scythed from swordsmen into skeletons. She was the one to do it. The horror wasn't muted by the measure of women's strength against men's brawn. Both can hold slaying swords, glazed with gore, and score the boar-crests from war-helmets, warming them with blood."

"Death, no matter our desires, can't be distracted. We know this much is true, and it's true for all souls: each of us will one day find the feast finished and, fattened or famished, step slowly backward into their own dark hall for that final night of sleep."

"She went round, a Helming-hostess, treading with purpose, rings shining, beer-sounding soldiers, old and young, both of her own house and the sea-slayers', goblet held to her breast. Hashtag: blessed.

At last, Beowulf was before her, fingers outstretched."

"Anyone who fucks with the Geats? Bro, they have to fuck with me."

I love this translation so much.