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Give me your gun," I said. "Why?" "So that the next time you start talking I can shoot your wise ass.

I think that you're dealing with a deity, or at least a demigod." "Jesus," I said. "No, this guy is Finnish, not Jewish," Bob said seriously.

technology was unfamiliar territory for me. See, those who wield the primordial forces of creation have a long-running grudge with physics.

She was right. I was just about too tired to understand English, but she sounded pretty right.

I'm not saying that the only good ghoul was a dead ghoul, but I'd never met one that made me think otherwise

Maybe I'd been shut away in my lab too long, but Spenser never mentions that the Faerie Queen has a great ass.

Crows take you Gaius Sextus. Even when you make a request you leave me no choices. They do seem to have grown a bit sparse, these past few years, he agreed quietly.

Wait, Connie said again. A . . . what? Am I going to sparkle or something? God, no, said Irwin and I together.

Harry Bob muttered at me, Stop trying to piss it off!

Padawan," I said, "I'm doubling your pay." "You don't pay me, Harry." "Tripling it, then.

Everyone else who lets me ride on their dinosaur calls me Carlos.

Not like those Dungeons and Dragons games. The real thing. He bought some of those tarot cards." She pronounced it like carrot. Amateurs.

Mab did not descend from her high seat so much as reality itself seemed to take a polite step to one side.

Steady as she goes, Mister Kettle," the grim gaptain said, his voice stern.

There's good news and bad news." The knight brought his sword to guard again. "I've always been partial to the good news.

Moonrise," I told him, then turned on my heel and walked quickly from the alley, although my sock feet on the gravel, combined with my limp, probably spoiled the badass image.

I blinked and squinted against the light. I recognized the voice now. "Hi, Murphy. This is going to be one of those conversations, isn't it?

They're a bunch of assholes." "And you aren't?" "I'm a different kind of asshole.

The shimmering field of the veil around us made us look like blurs in the air, maybe a little bit more obvious than a Predator.

Soulfire didn't make magic more potent, precisely—but it made it more real. As the power of Creation itself, Soulfire was best used to create and protect, and what I had in mind was going to take a lot of it.

The barrel of Denton's gun looked bigger and deeper than the national debt as it swung to bear on my face.

You didn't mention that at breakfast." "We're doing battle with the living dead, Murph. Expect the occasional curveball.

It is foolish for most to attempt to chain a tigress," Mab said. Her wide eyes swiveled to me. "Yet chains can be forged—and tigresses can be caged.

Granted, the battle harness and the P90 she carried (illegally, if that mattered at this point) made her a little lumpier and pointier than the dictates of romance typically mandated for a love interest, but all things considered, I didn't mind.