“Then, out of nowhere, the biggest bear you’ve ever seen! His hide littered with the weapons of fallen warrior! His face scarred! With one dead eye… I drew my sword and-“

Whoosh! One swipe, his sword shattered! Then chomp! Dad’ leg was clean off! Down the monster’s throath it went.”

Ooooh, that’s my favorite paaart!”

“Mor’du has never been seen since, and he’s roaming the wild, waiting his chance of revenge… Raaaargh! Arrr arrr arrr!”

Probably he will survive, but his legs are incurable.”
“Ma’am, it doesn’t matter, even if he won’t walk anymore, save him. It doesn’t matter, even like that, a man is a man even if he could only stay seated. Ma’am, it doesn’t matter: save him. He won’t walk: never mind, our kids will walk. A man can be made happy even if he can’t walk anymore. If you save him for me, I’ll marry him and our kids will walk. Ma’am, don’t make him die. Then I’ll arrange to make him happy. It doesn’t matter if he can’t ride a horse. Quite the opposite, it’s better: he can’t be a soldier anymore, so I can keep him near.

The Last Ogre - Silvana De Mari


Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.

Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.