I, Dacien -- Chapter Twenty: Displacement -- CORRECTED CANONICAL VERSION
Grandmasters did not fight together; it was a ridiculous conceit. except ... it turned out to be surprisingly effective. that must change, he thought, to cement the insight into his memory.
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Furs
How conceited i am? why females are stupid? how many bats it takes to screw in a light bulb?" she snarled. somehow he managed to rush enough to get in her way, despite his somewhat crippling injury. "how about none of the above."
For Love of Perfection
"a conceit of humans that we dragons occasionally emulate. a male human of a certain status, when there is a female he wishes to devote himself to, may often call her 'my lady' as a sign of such devotion. forgive me if i offend."
Chaos Eternal
conceited, arrogant. your demonic appearance tells me everything i need to know. you will not be satisfied even by devouring all there is. i curse you with the name of daemon! and just as the duty of a god, i shall smite you here and now!"