Mort: A Novel of Discworld (Terry Pratchett)

“Well,----me,” he said. “A----ing wizard. I hate----ing wizards!” “You shouldn’t----them, then,” muttered one of his henchmen, effortlessly pronouncing a row of dashes.

underneath. Binky moved at an easy gallop, his great muscles sliding under his skin as easily as alligators off a sandbank,