Quotes from Andrew Rowe

It wrote me "helpful" comments about each of the rooms I was going through, like, "This is the Room of Eternal Death. It's like the Room of Normal Death, but somewhat more repetitive." That sort of thing.

I didn't even have a chance to groan before she'd put down her plate and sat down. It was too early for me to interact with the living, and in spite of my general fondness for Sera, she still was another entity and thus a toll on my exhausted mind.

Paralyzing fear. Nothing for you to worry about.

Undoubtedly from training with the dueling cane. Thanks, Dad. Really great parenting there.

Keras grinned. "Good. I haven't had a decent scrap in a while. Let me get my trouble coat.

No problem. Get some sleep." "You, too." He shook his head. "Not just yet for me." Keras cracked his neck. "I'm still wearing my trouble coat, and I never got to use it.

Of my students, more than half fail to take this basic precaution, because people are terrible, stupid, and also lazy." She folded her arms, leaning against the table. "I mention this lesson every year, and every year, I am disappointed. Nevertheless, in my weakness, I retain some hope that this class will be the one class to finally demonstrate a degree of basic competence. I look forward to being disappointed once again.

No," he countered, "you owe me two." He pointed upward. "One is for the repair of my floor.

Of course, I hadn't anticipated a firearm being discharged — how novel! — and the guards already did investigate the scene." She gave me a pointed look.

It's somewhat disconcerting to know that my lifespan is limited by your whim — and your available mana —and not feel any fear about it.

Now that we were inside, theoretically we had gotten to the part of the party that was supposed to be fun. I...just wasn't sure how I was supposed to make that part happen.

Nearby Vanniv grinned and opened his arms as well. Not toward anyone in particular. Patrick, always a good sport, rose from his chair and gave Vanniv a hug. Vanniv seemed briefly startled, then grinned and pulled Patrick in closer, like they'd been long-lost brothers.

She glanced at each of us, then back toward Patrick. "Is there someone just giving out legendary magical swords to children? Because I'm fairly certain I recognize all three of those.

You are not supposed to be here." Mizuchi turned her head from side to side, searching.

That was not a good sign. I began the treatment process by panicking.

It felt something like a legendary dragon's hoard, only the dragon was either very misguided or extremely eccentric.

Derek frowned, looking down. "That's fine... I'll just, uh, stand here. And protect you. Yes. That is definitely what I will be doing.

Thousands of keys. We had to step onto a pile of keys just to get inside. It felt something like a legendary dragon's hoard, only the dragon was either very misguided or extremely eccentric. Or maybe it just wanted to start a new, key-centric economy. Who knew?

Humancontacttoomuch.

I heard about that. I don't approve of Orden's antics, but she is funny, at least. That's better than I can say for most of our staff.

Vanniv laughed. "Goddess, you love to hear yourself talk, don't you? I mean, I respect that — my voice is amazing — but you're coming on a little strong with the megalomania.

He accepted it, walked over to the monster, and stabbed it a dozen times. "Dead," he pronounced, and walked back over.

More dangerous ghost pirates. More krakens. Ghost pirate krakens.

I briefly contemplated how difficult it would be to safely remove my hand.