Troll Hunter Quotes

Out of old sweet habit, Lin stuck her hand in her left pocket, and that's when she found it. "Oh, very clever," she whispered. "One point to Rufus of Rosenquist." In her palm, she held her cardigan drawstring, still damp from the snow, still tied into a twice-bound knot. The troll-hunter signal for "I am here." Lin tucked it back into her pocket, smiling to herself. Whatever happened she would not be alone.

I'm serious, Jim. You need to put this crap away. You walk into school on Monday talking to me, or anyone else, about the city's pesky troll problem, and you're not exactly going to get a lot of people saying, 'Gee, thanks for the warning.' It'll spread faster than mono. You think things are tough for us now? Jim, this will be the end. I'm sorry if you had a crazy nightmare. I really am. But I can't let you ruin our lives.

It was well known that she was a junk-food fiend. It was probably what kept her from the waif physique of the most popular girls. Personally I didn't care what king of saturated fats and granulated sugars were to blame for that excellent figure.

Is it...can we...is it safe?" Tub checked the lot but he seemed unconcerned. "Coach Lawrence nabbed him for practice. We live to fight another day, soldier." "No...I mean, the thing...is it...?" Tub frowned. "The thing. Hmmm. Can you be more specific? I clutched at the bumper and raised myself to unsteady feet. I patted the truck bed, taking solace in the cake of dust. It was real; I was not caught in a nightmare. I smeared the dust with my fingers and smelled it. "If you lick that, we're no longer friends," Tub said.

Kane would know. He’s smart.” I tapped the side of my head with my finger. Magnus wagged his tail. “Smart and sexy. Smexy. Kane is Smexy.” I giggled again. I could see why trolls loved this stuff. It was awesome. Grabbing the box, I slammed the safe shut. Oh, damn. I hadn’t put the Yliaster crystal back in the safe. I began to twiddle the safe’s dial. I had no idea what the code was. “It’s on the tongue of my tip,” I grumbled, glancing at Magnus.

The troll defended a mushroom. Bad guy. The Deepdwellers practically worshipped mushrooms. Even badder guys. Jake hated mushrooms. Good guy. It was just math.

In the blink of an eye, the fairytales told to children were as real as death and taxes. Vampires, shifters, trolls, demons and creatures of myth, were as real as the air we breathe.

Some way downriver from the waterfall, which was the second-highest anywhere on the Disc and had been discovered in the Year of the Revolving Crab by the noted explorer Guy de Yoyo,* *Of course, lots of dwarfs, trolls, native people, trappers, hunters and the merely badly lost had discovered it on an almost daily basis for thousands of years. But they weren't explorers and didn't count

To Disco and me she said, “Some of the hunters from this village were involved in the search-and-rescue operation for Igor and his friends in the spring. It’s all become an important part of their history and—and forget it, here’s the good stuff.” She paused dramatically, her blue eyes sparkling in the dim lighting. “They were certain they knew what killed the hikers.” I leaned forward, all at once edgy with anticipation. “They call it a forest giant,” she said. “What the hell’s a forest giant?” I asked. “According to Raya, something that is half-troll, half-demon.

this birthing celebration. No longer would elven society hide itself away from the kingdom folk. They would embrace each other and celebrate life. After all, Tamaerra was as much human as she was elf. Dieter Willowbrow became known throughout the Forest of Evermore as the elf who saved their whole race from annihilation. The Queen Mother offered Dieter the position of Master of Defense, but after fighting a war and reading the stories that Vaegon had written in his journal, Dieter found that the forest couldn’t contain his curiosity anymore. He declined in order to join the great wizard Hyden Hawk and his band of demon hunters. Bzorch, the mighty Lord of Locar, fought snappers, dactyls, and packs of zard for months while struggling to get out of the marshes. The fall he took hadn’t killed him. He found a rise on which to rest while he healed. He lived off of snappers and small geka until he was ready. Then he covered himself with the moss that hung from the swamp trees so he looked like one of the trolls that the typical marsh denizens seemed to avoid. He spent three long months fighting his way through the

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