In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead...

Braccas meas vescimini!”I wasn’t sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant ‘Eat my pants!

Blasphemy is an epithet bestowed by superstition upon common sense.

Don’t talk to your mother like that.

Merlin’s pants!

Hell’s holy stars and freaking stones shit bells.

I will call no being good who is not what I mean when I apply that epithet to my fellow creatures; and if such a creature can sentence me to hell for not so calling...

ohmygoodNESS!