Quotes About Confrontation

When we get back, you and I are going to have a talk in which you lose your teeth," Antillus replied. "Because I'm going to knock them out of your head. With my fists." "I think we all understood what you meant at the end of your first sentence, dolt.

Stop where you are." He didn't. He took a step toward me. So I shot him.

I drove my right fist into its stupid, creepy face. Man, the yahoos I scrap with never seem to anticipate that tactic. They all assume that what with me being a wizard and all, I'm going to stand back and chuck Magic Missiles at them or something, then scream and run away the second they get close enough to let me see the whites of their eyes.

My father does not like you. I suspect he wishes to kill you." "I get that a lot.

it would be a real pity to die when I'd finally put tabs on who had gotten me into this mess—

I want five minutes alone with Dresden." "No offense, Nick," I said, "but that's about five minutes longer than I want to spend with you.

Oh, crap. You're saying that it's going to kill me, too." "Yes, that is exactly what I'm freaking saying, you tool." "Um," Thomas said, "I'm against that.

I would beat you to crap if you didn't already look like it

I took a slow breath and stepped past her, to face the king of the Red Court. He was kinda little.

Matson threw up his skinny arms to protect himself as something huge and quick shoved its way between the bars, like a big dog going through a rotten picket fence, and engulfed him.

There was a horrible, wrenching sound, a screech of protesting metal, and one of the screams peaked at a shivering, violent point—then dissolved into a strangled mishmash of sounds, of tearing and snapping and popping, of gurgling and thudding. And when they were finished, something, something big, with a cavernous, resonating chest, snarled from not ten feet beyond the security door.

It is good that we cleared the air. Is there anything else you want to say?" I eyed the man and said, "You went blond. It makes you look sort of gay.

Tonight, he is the enemy of my enemy." Toot gasped and gripped his spear more tightly. "A double enemy!

Mr. Dresden," Parker growled. He eyed me up and down. "What exactly makes you think you can stop me from killing you?" I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children. "Oh, I don't know," I chuckled. "Maybe because the second you step out of line, I'm going to wreck you a whole hell of a lot worse than that truck. And because in just a couple of minutes, the police are going to be arriving to sort you out.

Torelli's features darkened. "Kid. You just made the last mistake of your life." "God," I said. "I wish.

Then I drew in a breath, and my renewed will with it, lifted the rod in my right hand, murmured a phrase in a language I didn't know, and blew the tires off his fucking truck.

What's up, boss?" "Evil's afoot." "Well, sure," Bob said, "because it refuses to learn the metric system. Otherwise it'd be up to a meter by now.

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.

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.

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

spun back to the enemy, brought my shield up—and stood tall. "You!" I said, relishing the moment. "Shall not! Pass!

she was "giving him the devil.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power.

you might think it wasn't real nice to kick a dying man, and maybe it wasn't, but I'd been wanting to kick him for a long time, and it just never had seemed safe till now