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De kom van de stadsmuur was een steengril, de stad zelf een taart in de oven.

— Drakendoders by Garvin Pouw (Page 175)

Bloed gutste en de plaatjes werden lelijk.

— Drakendoders by Garvin Pouw (Page 139)

Ree poured tea for Usther and Smythe, then sat down with a glass of water for herself. Usther glanced at the tea uneasily. Did it look a little pale? She decided not to ask whether Ree had allowed it to steep properly this time. Her housemate was a joyless bore who didn't drink tea, so it was kind of her to make it up — even if she always made it rather unpleasant.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 331)

'The Lich was hundreds of years old,' said Igneus. 'You need a necromancer of incredible skill to be able to unravel that kind of complexity of magic.' 'We have one,' said Smythe. 'After all, she did it once before with nothing more than the knowledge of what had happened to us.' Usther's eyes widened.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 327)

Ree cleared her throat. 'The Lich is dead. But we have his grimoire.' Kylath and Igneus stared at her in shock. Arthura paused in her bare-footed pacing to consider her daughter, her expression unreadable. 'You have it?' Igneus said. 'Well, let's see it!' Ree shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She glanced at Smythe, who made no move to hand over the tome. 'No,' she said. 'The Lich meddled with things that have put the entity crypt at risk. We don't want that knowledge to spread further than it has to.'

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 327)

'They can't be destroyed,' came a whispered voice. Ellenil stirred on the ground where they lay. Though the paladins raised their weapons, Ellenil did nothing more than press a hand to their forehead. 'They're not like us,' they said tiredly. For the first time since Usther had first met them, they sounded young and scared. 'They showed me, many times. What is not an individual cannot be destroyed. To crush a mushroom only releases its spores. Destruction only makes them stronger.'

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 302)

There was a shout; a woman's voice, incoherent. Both paladins stiffened and then ran for the source. Usther barely hesitated to follow. They were running toward the chamber in which she'd been imprisoned. Which meant that shout had either come from Arthura or Andomerys.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 288)

She drew herself up as tall as she could and said imperiously, 'I hate to say it, Mykol, but you've been a terrible host.' Mykol's expression was at first puzzled, then he broke into a radiant smile. 'Humour,' he said. 'Our beloved servants said humans are prone to it.'

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 268)