I am come,' the Demon said simply, in a droning monotone. 'I am with the dead of the lake. Come to me.' Then the appearance of the skull-face vanished and the blood burst into a shroud of flame, spreading through the throne room in a storm of brilliant red and yellow. The screams could be heard half a league away.

~ Ian Livingstone

Ian Livingstone Demon Dialogue Fantasy Magic Zagor

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.

~ Carl Sargent

Carl Sargent Dialogue Fantasy Food Humour Stubble Zagor