Snowblind: The Full Novel
I had dropped the revenge, and i was laying on top of the pestilence- so neither could be used as a blunt object. the demon that was attacking me smelled faintly of cigar smoke but mostly of decay and death. i head butted it.
The Dragon In The Dungeon: Echoes Of Sin
He was flighty, evasive, overly verbose and so completely full of himself you wanted to beat him over the head with the nearest blunt object." "yup," enric said, laughing. "that's the black bird alright."