Wartface

“No ship’ll ever find us in there, and we’ll stay there ’till we get home and report it—to old wartface.”

The goblin on guard almost drops his spear in shock. He looks around, eyes wide. “Who’s there?” he calls. / “C’mere and help me, wartface!” Sir Robert growls back.

Ever ready with swift fist or a quick twang of his catapult, Rusty was as tough as they come and his language was tough, too: ‘Yah, you’re a red-haired ape!’ and ‘Scram, wartface!’

“You just watch who you’re calling scrap iron, wartface.”

Marianne uses pointing to tell Cindy exactly where in the text her words are working for her: / You said “one day a lizard crawled into Queen Veronica’s bed and the prince was walking by and she accused him of it” . . . and you didn’t just say the queen was very mean, you gave a lot of examples of how she was mean. I like how you said Veronica was furious . . . throwing things and stuff and how you’re going to turn her into a wartface.

Wicked Queen: / Mirror, Mirror on the wall / Who is the fairest of them all? / Reflection: Not you, you wrinkled wartface!

The orc looked up hesitantly, rubbing its skull. “Where are you riding to, master?” / The northern barbarian threw back his head, tendons cording his throat, and laughed richly. With the orc on its hands and knees, he looked it squarely in the eye. “What damn business is it of yours anyway, wartface?”

“Wartface, wartface,” screamed Lynette because Sonia had a worrying stress-induced wart at the end of her nose.