Quotes from Jim Butcher

It is the only way, Vadderung said. If anyone managed to set free the things in the Well... Seems like it would be bad, I said. Not bad, Vadderung said. The end. Oh, I said. Good to know. The island didn't mention that part. The island cannot accept it as a possibility, Vadderung said absently. It should probably put its big-girl pants on, then, I said.

Dawn is significant, magically speaking. It is a time of new beginnings.

So you really could die. Your godmother is right, you know. You are mad as a hatter. Nutty as a fruitcake." "Crazy like a fox," I said.

That, I said, is an awfully lovely woman. I thought I should let you know, kid, in case your inexperience had blinded you to the fact. Lying, Ramirez stated, blushing. Evil.

Martin was alphabetizing my bookshelves. They used to kill men for sacrilege like that.

Cowl's apprentice was tough and competent, but no amount of training or forethought can prepare you for the sight of an angry dinosaur coming to eat your ass.

I run—and not so that I'll be skinny and look good, either. I run so that when something that wants to kill me is chasing me, I'll be good at running.

I'm going to use them to track him down and thwart him. Thwart? Sarissa asked. Thwart. I said. To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person. I'm pretty sure that isn't the definition, Sarissa said. It is today.

You want it. I can see it in you." I gritted my teeth. "The part of me that wants it doesn't get a vote," I said.

Hell's Bells-Harry Dresden

You've never been a peasant in medieval France, Harry," Bob said. "Life was hard for those people. Never enough food, shelter, medicine. If you could give yourself a fur coat and the ability to go out and hunt your own meat, you would have jumped at the chance, too.

I love you," Journeyman said to the lift crystal. He kissed it and spread his arms across its surface in an embrace. "I love you, you big, beautiful beast. I want you to marry me. I want you to bear my children." "Chief," Grimm said, reproachfully, but his heart wasn't in it.

Got it with you?" I asked Butters. "Are you kidding?" he said, grinning. "I may never put it down again." "So show her," I said. "You think that's . . . you know. Okay? To show it off like that?" "You aren't showing off," I said. "You're confirming her faith." Butters screwed up his face and then said, "Yeah. I guess that's okay, then.

I couldn't ever remember actually doing more than waving at this guy as I went past. I was pretty sure I hadn't ever introduced my dog. How did he know Mouse's name? Damned pooch is more a of people person than I'll ever be.

The curve of her smile promised things that were probably illegal, and bad for you, and would carry warnings from the Surgeon General, but that you'd still want to do over and over again.

Predator is not property," Grimm said in a calm, level tone. "She is not my possession. She is my home. Her crew are not my employees. They are my family. And if you threaten to take my home and destroy the livelihood of my family again, Commodore, I will be inclined to kill you where you stand.

Dude, I said, making the word a disgusted sound. Single guys everywhere hate you. Starting with me.

You humans have the potential to be the most wonderful beings there are—if you can get past all these enormous stupid spots you seem to have in your hearts. It's not your fault. You just don't know how to work your hearts right yet. That's why there are dogs. I think it's nice to know your purpose.

And since when had I become the guy that things happened to ten years ago?

Everyone thinks magic is something different.

If Gabriel is an ambassador, if Michael is a general, if Rafael is a healer and spiritual champion, then Uriel is a spymaster—Heaven's spook.

We need to get out, I said. My voice sounded raw to me. Trouble coming. No, said a beautiful Sidhe baritone. Trouble is here. They appeared from behind their veils, one by one, with so much melodrama that I was mildly surprised that they hadn't each struck some kind of kung fu pose.

The Sidhe are prancy, but fierce.

See, here's the thing. Morgan was right: you can't win them all. But that doesn't mean that you give up. Not ever. Morgan never said that part—he was too busy living it.