Neverhome - Pg 209

   "You're a nice fellow and you have been kind to me, but it wasn't pretty like the way you're saying it," I said.
   He stopped the wagon when I said this... then flicked his stump up sideways in the air... The knobbly end of it was browner than any other part of him that I could see.
   "They burned that shut with an officer's hand iron," he said. "Fifty years ago and I can still feel it. I mentioned earlier I had been to war. It took them four tries, and they had to heat up the iron again between each time. But that's the gentle part of my tale. I know something other than knights in armor about this war we got now... You say something one way instead of the other often enough and maybe the thing quits crawling into your bed with you and stroking its claws at your cheek."