" The word is guttural, almost swallowed in is throat. I try to repeat it. “Rooookh.”

He snorts and taps his chest again. “Rukh.”

“Oh, are you going to correct me, then?” My mouth curls up in a half smile. “Then let’s start with my name. It’s Harlow. Not Ar-loh. Ha-r-low. Ha in front. Like ha ha ha ha.” I repeat the sound.

“Ha ha ha,” he echoes. “Ha ha ha-ar-loh.”

I giggle. “You’re terrible at this. "

― Ruby Dixon , Barbarian Mine (Ice Planet Barbarians, #4)