Grim's shot was better. His shaft sank clean intoo the giant's side, buried deep in his painted flesh. He seemed not even to notice. More arrows shot over from the Carl's bows. One hit him in the shoulder, another struck right through his huge calf. The giant made not a sound. He came on, steady as the grass growing, and the mist, and the Flatheads, and the fear came with him.
- Before They Are Hanged, Part II, Holding the Line