Godsdamn

"Thet!" he half-shouted, his voice deeper than one would expect coming from his frame. "Godsdamn it! You know the bloodmages are supposed to be notified [...]"

“Godsdamn, Airell.” He pushed himself from the bench and began pacing.

Every godsdamn crevice and crack and water tank in the city would be a fucking encampment.