Quotes from Jim Butcher

Nobel prize for pornography.

At the end of the day . . . some son of a bitch had freaking killed me. That's not the kind of thing you can just let stand.

whispering about Harry) He is supposed to be a decent sort, right? Depends on who you hear it from, said Ace. People who get in his way have had a habit of getting real dead.

The opening notes of the Guns N' Roses hit "Welcome to the Jungle" began to echo from the buildings behind us, Slash's guitar sending those tones bouncing around the concrete and towers, somehow resonating with the steel and stone of the streets and buildings of the city. Chicago herself became the speaker, music ringing off every surface, setting the ground to quivering in resonance.

Get back!' I shouted. With my right hand, I grabbed at Billy and shoved him behind me. With my left, I shook out the bracelet on my wrist, hung with a row of tiny, medieval-style shields. I lifted my left hand toward the truck and drew in my will, focusing it with the bracelet into a sudden, transparent, shimmering half-globe that spread out between me and the oncoming truck

You're going to lose that hand. - I was sending it back to the kitchen anyway. I ordered it medium well.

Thank me when I save your life." "You've done that already," I said. "Back in the museum." "So we're even?" "Once you've made that swap, you don't keep counting, man," I said. "Drive safe.

Got to die of something," Giraldi observed. "Might as well put back a few pints while you wait to see what it is.

And I had a hole in my chest that was going to take time to heal. But after a lot of time, and hurt, it would heal.

said. Michael

Oh my," Kitai said in Canish, her eyes sparkling. "I may be in love." Tavi replied in the same tongue. "I saw him first." Varg's ears quivered again.

I hate it when a plan falls apart.

You can't beat the Fair Folk as housekeepers. You also can't tell people about them, because they'll pack up and clear out. Why? I have no idea. They're faeries, and that's just how it works.

I guess being dead gives you a whole different perspective on life.

Y así, caminé a través de un paisaje espectral plagado de calaveras, a pesar de la tormenta que se avecinaba, hacia una casa llena de poder maligno que latía con una fuerza mística feroz y salvaje. Avancé para enfrentarme a un adversario asesino que tenía todas las ventajas, que estaba preparado y mientras que yo estaba armado con nada más que mi propia destreza, mi ingenio y mi experiencia. ¿Tengo un trabajo genial o no?

managed to kill me yet.

Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.

A big assumption. And when you assume, you make an ass out of you and umption.

Yer a wizard, Harry

Wanna know a secret?" "Always." "Only the young think being called old is an insult," I said, still smiling. "I am what I am, regardless of what anyone calls it. No one can change it, regardless of what anyone calls it. And it mostly means that nothing has

I guess you don't get to be commander of the Wardens by collecting bottle caps, either.

Ah! Journeyman cackled... Finally! Carefully now, man. If you crack one of my new crystals, I'll hoist you up on a spike! Grimm cleared his throat calmly. Journeyman squinted over his shoulder. Ah, he said. That is, I will report you to... to... the proper person in the chain of command, who will make decisions about discipline that are not mine to make.

Just out of curiosity," I said, "is it going to be possible for her to freeze someone's heart and turn them into an ice statue?" Mab looked baffled.

Aurora turned her lovely face fully toward me and regarded me with deep, quiet eyes. "Yes." Unease gnawed at my belly as she continued. "The strong conquer and the weak are conquered. That is Winter. That is what you have learned." She leaned closer and said, quietly emphatic, "That is what makes you dangerous. Do you see?