Trolled Quotes

“NAT SAT ON the steps of her porch next to what was—according to the dictionary at least—a man. Currently this man was wearing yellow ochre tights, a quiver of corked arrows and latex Spock ears. The dictionary had a lot to answer for, Nat thought.”
― D.K. Bussell, Trolled

“Come on, hon,” said Terry, throwing up his arms. “It’s a beautiful day out there. You can’t spend the whole summer in here with the curtains drawn.”
― D.K. Bussell, Trolled

“is this the roleplay where you sit around a table pretending to be an elf, or the roleplay where you go to the woods and actually dress up like an elf?” Terry balked at the oversimplification. “Actually, it’s a lot more nuanced than that.” Nat swivelled in her chair to find him wearing cotton stockings, a suede harlequin patch tunic and a pair of pointy rubber ear tips poking from his mess of curly brown hair. “Jesus wept,” she responded, understandably. “What’s the matter? Is it my bow?” He unhooked a plastic shortbow from his shoulder and drew back the string. “It might not look like much but let me tell you, I’ve cut down armies with this bad boy.” “Is that right?” “Yeah, I call him Widowmaker.” “And how did your wife die exactly? From shame?” “That’s not why it’s called—” Terry started, then sagged his shoulders. “You’re mean.” Nat”
― D.K. Bussell, Trolled