His pet would do well to keep company with Gretchen and Ambrosia and he would certainly love to see his sometimes lover and to rub her tummy. It brought good luck in business to rub a very pregnant woman’s abdomen.
This passage made me chuckle. "No, yeah, they were totally fine when we tossed them in the hole!"
The kalutai continued, describing the number, age, and health of the individuals. They emphasized that these facts were valid only prior to the point, much earlier that day, when they had been tossed into the borehole. After the brutality of the attack, it was likely that some were already dead and a few nipping close to that final fate.
I really like this description. Totally made these guys click for me.
They were only seven and a half feet tall with thick fur, and features somewhere between a worg and a stooped back human.Their faces were decidedly canid in shape and their movements like a long lost member of the Felidae.
“Heh, thaz ol thang? Yeah, hed te kill tree of them lessers te secure et, but no drama.” The hobgoblin squatted down and his hand shot out to grab Fiorie by the neck, pulling her sharply forward. “I see ye getz yer ma’s ol ecrobet. Sha stell tumble good?”
I actually had to re-read this line as well.
Creepy and ominous. Love it.
They wouldn’t last the winter, to be sure, but that was somewhat the point of bringing by a bunch of them.