Know Your Rites

★ ★ ★ 1/2 (rounded up)
This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
—

With his “street” clothes and silly trimmed beard, Dirk remained the most bizarre magical dwarf the inspector had ever seen. Although he was acutely aware of how stupid that sounded.

KNOW YOUR RITES

They were flying cows. Or, more precisely, flying bulls. Each had a bull's body, with lion's legs, huge wings attached to their shoulders, and a human head. A man's head with striking noble features, a long yet neatly cut beard, and wearing a silver helmet. A silver jockey's helmet.

Paris frowned at her. ‘What?' he said. ‘How did somebody called Ug Og end up with the middle name Serendipity?'

‘I don't know,' said the ogress. ‘It just sort of happened.'

She turned towards the inspector, baring her misshapen teeth in an attempt at a grin.

Breaking the Lore

KNOW YOUR RITES