With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul’s warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

Hirsute? What does that mean?”Hair, you ninny, hair!

I think this goat must have been fed on old boots,’ Stubble complained as he chewed the last scraps of flesh from the bones littering his stew.

Well, anyway, this’ll be easier than knocking an elf out of a tree. Trust me.”How many elves have you knocked out of trees, Stubble?”Duraden’s bones! Have ye never heard of a figure of speech?

Ye are a scoundrel, a black-hearted robber and a rogue,’ Stubble said cheerily to the grumbling captain. It was his usual way of haggling, and he’d beaten down the riverman to a decent price for...

Excuse me for a moment, will ye. I think I have to talk to the river,’ he said unsteadily and flopped over the side-rail.

I enjoy scratching itches on my body with my beard stubble. The worst though is when my lower back itches.