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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 (Tombtown, #2) (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 (Tombtown, #2) (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 (Tombtown, #2) (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 (Tombtown, #2) (Page 268)

'Oh, don't worry,' said Symphona. 'You'll be reunited with all your little friends soon. Ellenil and Tarantur are seeing to that.'

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Tombtown, #2) (Page 259)

Smythe nodded, biting his lip in thought. Ree despised how endearing she found that. 'The fungi have been mostly inert,' he said. 'Perhaps whatever does the thinking for them is busy elsewhere?' 'Busy with what?' Smythe shrugged helplessly, but his words had ignited some to in Ree's brain. 'There's still one paladin unaccounted for,' she said. 'And Persephone said the gods pull them wherever they're needed.'

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Tombtown, #2) (Page 247)

The door creaked open. Mortana peered around, her wyrdling horns scraping the wood. She held a red curse in her hand, a cruel orb of light waiting to be released. 'What are you doing here?' she asked. Her gaze went to the others, and her eyes narrowed. 'Who are they?' 'Usther, Persephone, and...Smythe.' She said the last name with reticence, knowing the reaction it would get. But instead of fear or anger, Mortana's brows lifted. 'Smythe Townslayer? Come in, come in.' She pulled the door open wider.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Tombtown, #2) (Page 219)