Quotes About Penric

Ogial picked up a note and twiddled it in his fingers in Penric's direction.  Penric took it gingerly.  The crisp writing didn't add much to the archdivine's precis, beyond the nameless patient's guessed age, early twenties, and coloration—caramel skin, curly dark hair, brown eyes—which described half the folk in Adria.  The reported drooling, thrashing, and broken speech could denote, well, any number of conditions.

Oh," said Penric. "I didn't introduce ourselves, did I. I'm Penric and my demon Desdemona. Say something, Des." "Idiot child," said Des dispassionately. "Could you be a more witless tool?" "Uh, not sure that's helpful, Des." "She tried to kill my favorite Cedonian general. You can't expect me to like her.

The sickening crunch threw Penric out of his coffin-sized bunk and onto the deck of his scarcely larger cabin, and from deep sleep into frantically confused consciousness in the same moment.

Oswyl just looked exasperated. This benighted case is the strangest I ever worked on. And I'm going to have to report it all when I get home, you realize? Learned Penric's blue eyes crinkled as he grinned. You'd best pray for eloquence, then.