RedZRosebud

“He walked back over to Toby, then with quick swing of his arm straight down, he slapped the captain of the Traveler’s League in the face with the wet sock.”
― Nick Goss, Fire and Chaos: Book 3 of the Traveler's League

“As he piled wood on the fire he discovered an appreciation of his own body which he had never felt before. He watched his moving muscles and was interested in the cunning mechanism of his fingers. By the light of the fire he crooked his fingers slowly and repeatedly, now one at a time, now all together, spreading them wide or making quick gripping movements. He studied the nail-formation, and prodded the finger-tips, now sharply, and again softly, gauging the while the nerve-sensations produced. It fascinated him, and he grew suddenly fond of this subtle flesh of his that worked so beautifully and smoothly and delicately. Then he would cast a glance of fear at the wolf-circle drawn expectantly about him, and like a blow the realization would strike him that this wonderful body of his, this living flesh, was no more than so much meat, a quest of ravenous animals to be torn and slashed by their hungry fangs, to be sustenance to them as the moose and rabbit had often been sustenance to him.”
― Jack London, White Fang

“Is she dead, Mr. Stone Fox? Is she dead?” little Willy asked, looking up at Stone Fox with his one good eye.”
― John Reynolds Gardiner, Stone Fox

“A moment of peril is often also a moment of kindness and affection. We are thrown off our guard by the general agitation of our feelings, and betray the intensity of those, which at more tranquil periods, our prudence at least conceals, if it cannot altogether suppress them.”
― Sir Walter Scott