Swarmed Quotes

“I hate this era,” she grumbles, claws clicking together threateningly. “Where’s the respect? The mystery? In the good days, I’d have a caldron and skulls. And a giant spoon. The best spoon the priests could carve from a tree struck down by lightning. There’d be chanting, and maybe some bunnies to eviscerate. Everyone’s in such a rush nowadays. There’s no patience for pageantry.”
― L.L. Frost, Swarmed