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1 " small draugr jumped forward. She wore a bloodstained chef’s apron and was grinning excitedly. “I gutted my husband with a breadknife. Then I plucked out his eyes and ate them.” The corpses turned to stare at her, mouths hanging open. “You ate his eyeballs?” said the white-haired corpse. His face had twisted into a look of disgust. “While he was still alive?” The little corpse glared. “The sound of his chewing bothered me. Especially when he ate chicken wings.” They all nodded, satisfied with this reasonable answer. "
― C.N. Crawford , Cursed Prince (Night Elves Trilogy #1)
2 " Because when something terrible happens, there’s only one way to make it right, isn’t there? Make something worse happen to someone else. "
3 " Ali, what’s that tune?” asked Barthol. I suspected he sensed my nervousness. “I like it.” I smiled. He and I had the same taste in music. “Something I found on an old flash drive I bought on Newbury Street. Don’t know the title, but the file was called RickRoll.mp3.” “Oh, I’ve heard of Rick Roll. He was super popular before Ragnarok. It’s wild that you have music from a thousand years ago, isn’t it? "
4 " Oh, Marroc! I saw how much you liked my singing. I thought I’d treat you to your own personal show, as long as I’m kept here. I’ll sing for you day and night, your own personal chorus, until you set me free.” Then she launched into that infernal song, the sound of it like fingernails dragging against stone. It was that same dreadful tune. A Rickroll "
