Marc Jones

“Fuck that!" My turn to drop the scroll-case as though it were hot. "...your stewardness."

"'Highness' is the correct form of address when the steward is of noble birth... if we're being formal, Jalan."

"Fuck that, your highness.”
― Mark Lawrence, The Wheel of Osheim

“As individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they were something more, something perfect in its own intangible way”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“Courtesy costs nothing, which makes it the ideal gift when you’re as cheap as I am.”
― Mark Lawrence, The Wheel of Osheim

“Tehol collected his cup and carefully sniffed. Then he frowned at his manservant.
Who shrugged. “We don’t have no herbs, master. I had to improvise.”
“With what? Sheep hide?”
Bugg’s brows rose. “Very close indeed. I had some leftover wool.”
“The yellow or the grey?”
“The grey.”
“Well, that’s alright, then.” He sipped. “Smooth.”
“Yes, it would be.”
“We’re not poisoning ourselves, are we?” – MT 237”
― Steven Erikson, Midnight Tides