Thraxas ​at the Races (Thraxas 3.) 1 csillagozás

“Any time I’m helping you on a case it always turns out worse than we expect. I still haven’t forgotten the time we went looking for that missing dog and ended up fighting pirates.”

Chapter Three

She picks up the flagon of wine. For a second I think she’s about to throw it at me—Senators’ wives are notoriously bad-tempered—but instead she puts it to her lips and pours a healthy slug down her throat. She coughs violently, throws up on a very expensive-looking rug then keels over unconscious.
We stare at her body, prostrate on the floor in a pool of wine, vomit and broken glass.
“I’ll never really fit in with polite society,” says Makri.
I shake my head. “Senators’ wives. They get worse every year.”

Chapter Four

“Sleeping naked is only for Barbarians. Like eating with your fingers.”
“What if you’re in bed with someone?”
“You still use cutlery.”

Chapter Eight

“I can’t function without beer.”
“Aren’t you the person who always ridicules these dwa addicts for wasting their lives on a stupid drug?”
“That’s not the same thing at all,” I inform my smart young companion. “Beer is a normal healthy part of any man’s diet, particularly a vigorous man like myself. It’s part of our culture and heritage.”

Chapter Twelve

“Well, there’s some things in life a man has to care about.”
“Beer and chariot racing?”
“That’s right. Beer and chariot racing made me what I am today. And I’m proud of it!”

Chapter Sixteen

„What’s the point of having so many Sorcerers if all they can do is make up horoscopes for handmaidens?”

Chapter Twelve