“Forty, sleepy, overweight, comfortable Arridi townsmen, who hadn’t fought a real engagment in twenty years or more, wouldn’t provide much resistance to thirty yelling, fiendish, bloodthirsty, gold crazed Skandians who would come screaming up from the beach like the hounds of hell.”

“Forty, sleepy, overweight, comfortable Arridi townsmen, who hadn’t fought a real engagment in twenty years or more, wouldn’t provide much resistance to thirty yelling, fiendish, bloodthirsty, gold crazed Skandians who would come screaming up from the beach like the hounds of hell.”

— John Flanagan