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I hate dreams like this," I said. "There's no plot--just random weird things happening. I get enough of that when I'm awake."
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Things fall apart.
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After Tolkien I went after C. S. Lewis. After Lewis, it was Lloyd Alexander. After them came Fritz Leiber, Roger Zelazny, Robert Howard, John Norman, Poul Anderson, David Eddings, Weis and Hickman, Terry Brooks, Elizabeth Moon, Glen Cook, and before
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Jim Butcher |
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You can't photograph anything really supernatural," I pointed out. "The energies around things like that will mess up cameras."
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Jim Butcher |
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And believe me, next to sex, washing and styling a woman's hair is about as intimate as you can get with her.
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Jim Butcher |
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The important things don't need to be said.
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Jim Butcher |
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I set things down and locked up my wards and the heavy steel door I'd had installed after a big, bad demon had huffed and puffed and blown down the original. It wasn't until I had them all firmly secured that I let out a slow breath and started to relax. The living room was lit only by the embers of the fire and a few tiny flames. From the kitchen alcove, I heard the soft thumping sound of Mouse's tail wagging against the icebox
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Butters," I said, "Don't give me statistics on heart failure. Fear is a part of life. It's a warning mechanism. That's all. It tells you when there's danger around. Its job is to help you survive. Not cripple you into being unable to do it."
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It's not everyone who can teach you something about faith without saying a word to do it.
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harry-dresden
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I shook my head, bewildered. They say we wizards are subtle. But believe you me, we've got nothing, nothing at all, on women.
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deosil,
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You got that paper cup? Right, then. All we need is a stuffed animal.' He stared at me. 'Wh-what did you say?' 'A stuffed animal, man!' I roared at him. 'Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!
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After that, my whole body felt deliciously warm, monstrously tired, and the sleep that had evaded me seemed, finally, to be within reach. It got dark. It got quiet. And I realized that I was all by myself. "Die alone," whispered a bitter, hateful old man's voice."
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Jim Butcher |
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But hardly old. Went silver early, I'd say. That's always attractive in a man. It means he has both power enough to have responsibilities and conscience enough to worry over them.
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Jim Butcher |
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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.
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Jim Butcher |
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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.
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Jim Butcher |
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I feel stupid." "Good," Michael said. "It's good for everyone to feel that way sometimes. It helps remind you how much you still have to learn." --
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It was business," I said, enunciating. "Morelli can find pushers and pimps anywhere. A decent accountant is invaluable. I sent his bookkeeper back as a gesture of respect."
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Jim Butcher |
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Goodness, think of what trouble they'd be in if Folly hadn't practiced.
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They ambushed us." "But . . ." Bridget said. "Gwen . . . the fight started when you [shot] into that officer's face." "It is hardly my fault if they did not ambush us more effectively than they did,"
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The force of the blast did not scatter the crystals, as Bridget's common sense told her it absolutely should have. Instead it just seemed to disperse, spreading out like a wave. Where the wave spread, the little crystals burst into hot, angry light. And abruptly and all at once, they rose into the air in a cloud of glowing motes. Folly appeared among them, striding forward, flickers of light dancing along her candy-stripe hair, her mismatch..
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Ah. Ah! A man of modesty, either so false that it may be true or so true that it seems entirely false. I can see why Bayard speaks so well of you, sir.
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Jim Butcher |
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Kids. You gotta love them. I adore children. A little salt, a squeeze of lemon--perfect.
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kids
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myself under control.
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For the first time ever, Mickey Mouse let me down.
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After all, Bob himself was, essentially, a spiritual creature created from the energy of thought. The characters within a book were, from a certain point of view, identical on some fundamental level--there weren't any images of them, no physical tangibility whatsoever. They were pictures In the reader's head, constructs of imagination and ideas, given shape by the writer's work and skill and the reader's imagination. Parents, of a sort.
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Jim Butcher |
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We're always disappointed when we find out someone has human limits, the same as we do. It's stupid for us to feel that way, and we really ought to know better, but that doesn't seem to slow us down.
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Jim Butcher |
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Death comes, old man. Its hand is on your heart now. And your life has been spent in vain.
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I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.
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women
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Sometimes you get what's coming around. And sometimes, you are what's coming around.
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If the beginning of wisdom is in realizing that one knows nothing, then the beginning of understanding is in realizing that all things exist in accord with a single truth: Large things are made of smaller things. Drops of ink are shaped into letters, letters form words, words form sentences, and sentences combine to express thought.
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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.
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You're going to lose that hand." - "I was sending it back to the kitchen anyway. I ordered it medium well."
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working for
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dressed in black slacks and a grey silk shirt, and
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Jim Butcher |
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And then I heard the most beautiful sound of my life. Somewhere nearby, a cat let out an angry, hissing scream.
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Jim Butcher |
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The position must have been excruciating--it isn't every day that you get crucified and hung up as dinner for a monster, and you can't really train your muscles for it.
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Jim Butcher |
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Stop where you are." He didn't. He took a step toward me. So I shot him."
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Why?" I asked him quietly. "Why were you taking essence from the boy?" "H-he... He had so much. I didn't think it would hurt him and I..." He cringed back from me as he spoke the last words. "I...needed to grow some hair." I blinked my eyes slowly. Twice. "Did you say...hair?" "Rogaine didn't work!" he all but wailed. "And that transplant surgery wasn't viable for my hair and skin type!" He bowed his head and ran fingertips through his thic..
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They didn't want to kill me. They wanted to hurt me. And they were good at it.
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Jim Butcher |
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And as I looked at him, I suddenly felt, for the very first time in my life, utterly, entirely alone. That something was gone that would never return, that a little hole had been hollowed out inside of me that wasn't ever going to be filled again.
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wolf's fur was speckled with drops of blood that had beaded on it like rain. The gravel in the alley shone in the half-light from the distant street lamps. The wolf's muzzle, a little shorter and broader than I had seen on Wild Kingdom, was drawn back, black lips from fangs striped white and red like peppermints. Its eyes were blue, rather than any proper lupine shade, and gleamed with a sort of demented awareness.
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Jim Butcher |
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it would be a real pity to die when I'd finally put tabs on who had gotten me into this mess--
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Jim Butcher |
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I had this teacher who kept telling me that if I was ever in a fair fight, someone had made a mistake," she said"
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