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“She whistled long and low. "Vampires really are bastards, aren't they?"
-"What was your first clue?" Arthur asked dryly.”
― Mur Lafferty, The Shambling Guide to New York City

“I've only have time for one last lesson...
"I have you," Demandred finally growled, breathing heavily. "Who ever you are, I have you. You cannot win."
"You didn't listen to me," Lan whispered.
One last lesson. The hardest...
Demandred struck, and Lan saw his opening. Lan lunged forward, placing Demandred's sword point against his ow side and ramming himself forward onto it.
"I did not come here to win", Lan whispered, smiling, "I came here to kill you. Death is lighter that a feather."
Demandred's eyes opened wide, and he tried to pull back. Too late. Lan's sword took him straight through the throat.
The world grew dark as Lan slipped backward off the sword. He felt Nynaeve's fear and pain as he did, and he sent his love to her.”
― Robert Jordan Brandon Sanderson, A Memory of Light

“Phil pursed his lips over his fangs. "Are you in league with Public Works, do you have any history with zoëtism, fortune telling, or anyone in coterie society?"
-"Does a fing look swart to the zooloofills?"
Phil stared at her blankly. "I have no idea--"
-"Exactly," she interrupted. 'I don't know what you're talking about either.”
― Mur Lafferty, The Shambling Guide to New York City

“That one you have tried to kill many times, Rand said, that one who lost his kingdom, that one from whom you took everything...
Lurching, bloodied from the sword strike to his side, the last king of the Malkieri stumbled to his feet. Lan thrust his hand into the air, holding by its hair the head of Demandred, general of the Shadow's armies.
That man, Rand shouted. That man still fights!”
― Robert Jordan Brandon Sanderson, A Memory of Light