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“Then again, Aron doesn't seem all that concerned so that must be normal.
Then again, Aron doesn't know how to work a door.”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God

“We require supplies," Aron tells them imperiously. "Food and drink for travel. A mount. And my consort needs a bath."
"Dude, are you going to tell everyone we meet that I need a bath? You're going to give me a complex." I make a face at his back.
"I will until you stop smelling"
"I don't smell," I tell him, lifting my sleeve to my nose and inhaling. "I...oh god, okay, I still smell like sewer." Bile rises in my throat and I choke, waving a hand in the air. "Never mind.”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God

“I'm pregnant," I blurt.
He stares at me. "With a baby."
I slap his chest. "No, with a fucking roasted chicken. Yes, with a baby!”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God

“I still bend over and puke on some poor person's headstone.
Markos gives my back a pat. "Hurry it along, Faith. More will be coming."
Right. Right. Never mind that I just murdered two soldiers that were doing their jobs. This is war.”
― Ruby Dixon, Bound to the Battle God