Quotes from Jim Butcher

One mistake at the end of my life couldn't erase all the times I had stood unmoved at the edge of the abyss and made snide remarks at its expense.

Five white candles surrounded my summoning circle, the points of an invisible pentacle. White for protection. And because they're the cheapest color at Wal-Mart. Hey, being a wizard doesn't make money grow on trees.

Then you know that Sam was the true hero of the tale," Sanya said. "That he faced far greater and more terrible foes than he ever should have had to face, and did so with courage. That he went alone into a black and terrible land, stormed a dark fortress, and resisted the most terrible temptation of his world for the sake of the friend he loved. That in the end, it was his actions and his actions alone that made it possible for light to overcome darkness.

Your advice is good. For a young man, you have good judgment." "You haven't seen my car.

Murphy appeared again as soon as I hung up the phone. 'Tell me you didn't just make a date, Dresden.' 'You're just jealous.

Thomas has the kind of whiter-than-white boyish grin that makes women's panties spontaneously evaporate.

She was a creature of sorrow turned to such rage that her beauty had become a knife that stabbed at the eyes of any who looked upon it.

Right. Looks like Mavra and her scourge are in town. One of them came pretty close to punching my ticket tonight." Bob's eyelights flickered with interest. "Neat. So the usual drill? Wait for them to try again so you can backtrack the attackers to Mavra?" "Not this time. I'm going to find them first, kick down their door, and kill them all in their sleep." "Wow. That's an atypically vicious plan, Harry." "Yeah. I liked it too.

his scent like leather and fresh wind

In my experience, ghouls hadn't done much that wasn't disgusting. There was no reason to expect them to die cleanly, either.

Her fate was, she realized, entirely in the hands of another person. Captain

I thought you said clouds of acid were for amateurs," Fidelias remarked. "That was not a cloud. It was a wall." He closed his eyes, and muttered, "Whining demon. You are welcome.

Patiently, more gentle than rain, she made me clean, while I drifted, my eyes closed.

Dead silence. "Drink some coffee," I told him. He did. "Scared?" "Yeah." "Good," I said. "That's smart." "Well, then," he murmured. "I m-must be the smartest guy in the whole world.

Apocalypse isn't an event," Nemesis murmured. "It is a frame of mind.

Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop. I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, The only people who never hurt are dead.

I've even heard that they can bring people back from the dead." "Jesus," Butters swore. "I kinda doubt they had anything to do with that one.

If you tell anyone about this, Dresden," she said, "I will murder you slowly. With dental implements.

Well. I'd done pretty well, in the survival department, by assuming that my paranoia was justified. Maybe taking out an insurance policy wouldn't be a bad idea.

Let he who hath never worn parachute pants cast the first stone.

I'm not a doctor," Butters said. We'd done this dance several times. "You are the Mighty Butters," I said. "You can do anything." "I'm a medical examiner. I cut up corpses." "If it helps, think of this as a preventative autopsy.

And... this plague. What does it do? I asked. It changes that which ought not change, she said quietly. It destroys a father's love for his family by twisting it into maniacal ambition. It distorts and corrupts the good intentions of agents of mortal law into violence and death. It erodes the sensible fear that keeps the weakly talented sorcerer from reaching out for more power, no matter how terrible the cost.

He nodded slowly. "Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka." "That some kind of Russian saying?" I asked. "Have you seen traditional folk dances?" Sanya asked. "Imagine them being done by someone with a bottle of vodka in them. Laughter abounds, and you survive another day." He shrugged. "Or break your neck. Either way, it is pain management.

HARRY DRESDEN. Then a gold-inlaid pentacle, a five-pointed star surrounded by a circle—the symbol of the forces of magic contained within mortal will. Underneath it are more letters: HE DIED DOING THE RIGHT THING.