|
b7965a2
|
There are no words. It was like The Lord of the Rings and All My Children made a baby with the Macho Man Randy Savage and a Whac-A-Mole machine." Butters sputtered" --
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
d714c7e
|
How about it, wizard? Cop? Maybe you've got stones enough to take it when I threaten you. I can admire that.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
af6f870
|
Once you begin to mass-manufacture anything, by the very nature of the process, you lose the sense of personal attachment you might have to something made by hand.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
ec4e995
|
Were traditions rational, they'd be procedures.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
cb84d82
|
I am disturbed by the presence of inordinate levels of coincidence
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
645f4ef
|
I'm afraid you made a serious mistake today." "Sire?" "You proved yourself extraordinarily capable, Captain," Albion said. "I can hardly let something like that go unremarked." "I don't understand, sir," Grimm said, frowning. "Captain, your clarity of thought in the face of unexpected disaster is a rare quality. It's a poor reward for such heroism, but I'm afraid that I must insist upon continuing to use you for the good of my Spire."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
9e043a5
|
WIZARD Lost items found. Paranormal Investigations. Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates. No Love Potions, Endless Purses, or Other Entertainment.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
b2baeca
|
Does it hurt to be as suave as you, boss?" "It's agonizing." "Looks it."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
f9aab75
|
Heroines in dramas, Bridget felt, really ought to have more sense.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
56e5329
|
He was wrong, that doesn't make him a villian. That makes him an asshole.
|
|
prefect-words
|
Jim Butcher |
|
ba769a3
|
You're dead, son," Jack said. "Cheer is contraindicated."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
3780d65
|
I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I'm a bad person for thinking so. I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowers--all that sort of thing.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
65a006d
|
Speak, then, manling," said Mother Winter. "You have a little time left."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
c47f265
|
Pain isn't a lot of fun, at least not for most folks, but it is utterly unique to life. Pain--physical, emotional, and otherwise--is the shadow cast by everything you want out of life, the alternative to the result you were hoping for, and the inevitable creator of strength. From the pain of our failures we learn to be better, stronger, greater than what we were before. Pain is there to tell us when we've done something badly--it's a teache..
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
bc985c9
|
Graves aren't for the dead. They're for the loved ones the dead leave behind them. Once those loved ones have gone, once all the lives that have touched the occupant of any given grave had ended, then the grave's purpose was fulfilled and ended.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
fcb3d49
|
You may never know a night's peace again. Knowledge is power, young man. Power to do good and power to do harm. Some knowledge can hurt. Some can kill.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
9021900
|
Hell's bells," I muttered. "Harry, you idiot, when will you learn not to victory gloat?"
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
d54ee33
|
seeing a wizard cut loose can do that to
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
c699bb5
|
Harry Dresden--I take responsibility for more impossible situations in the first twenty-four hours of being dead than most people do all day.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
b2f294d
|
The older you get, I should think, the more you will come to understand that the universe is very much a looking glass, Miss Lancaster." "Meaning what, precisely?" "That it reflects a great deal more of yourself to your senses than you probably know."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
0ddec49
|
see something they expect and then they stop thinking about what is in front of them," I told him. "It's probably how they got to be bigots in the first place."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
387b55c
|
And I'm the tool," I muttered. Then I thought about it, sighed, and shook my head. "One day," I told myself, "one brave and magnificent day, I will actually be cool."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
42c63f6
|
I enjoyed activities and the company of friends. But they were a side dish.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
974ec0e
|
Octokongs," I pronounced grimly. "Why did it have to be octokongs?"
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
ace86b5
|
Hi, God, it's me, Harry. Please don't turn me into a pillar of salt.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
38d92cb
|
What did the heroines in dramas and books do in such circumstances? Frequently, it seemed, they would use their feminine wiles upon their male captors, promising them amorous attention and then turning the tables upon the foe when the moment was right (But before, of course, sacrificing anything like their virtue for the cause). Bridget hadn't been an agent of the Spirearch for very long, but she felt that she had the concept sufficiently s..
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
0e085a8
|
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.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
1ce9f34
|
I react badly to fear. I don't usually have the good sense to run, or hide--I just try to smash whatever it is that is making me afraid. It's a primitive sort of thing, and one I don't question too much.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
aaa6f73
|
It only means what you decide it means.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
f5e2f26
|
That's the difficult part of being mortal. Of having choice. Much is hidden from you.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
3bf35da
|
She had never gotten it through her gentle head that there was a time for a soft paw and a time for red claws.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
221af3b
|
He clenched his hands into fists and opened them again several times, as though strangling baby ducks.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
cf9071f
|
You are a rare kind of crazy, man.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
2f051b3
|
You almost got yourself killed," she said, but her voice had softened a few shades. I noticed that she hadn't moved her hand from the other side of Billy's chest and he was looking up at her with an expectant expression. She fell silent, and they stared at one another for a minute. I saw her swallow. Please help me. Young werewolves in love."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
f22b2a7
|
Those were long odds. Really, really long odds. Ridiculously long odds, really. When you have to measure them in astronomical units, it probably isn't a good bet.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
fddfb3f
|
Life?" I suggested. She shrugged. "Desire. Loneliness. Joy. Pain." "Life," I said."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
3360b04
|
My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. I'm a wizard. I work out of an office in midtown Chicago. As far as I know, I'm the only openly practicing professional wizard in the country. You can find me in the yellow pages, under "Wizards." Believe it or not, I'm the only one there."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
4c0888b
|
They were donuts of darkness.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
45bfa1f
|
Death should be a learning experience, after all, or what's the point?
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
ec81b8b
|
I told you long ago that being a real wizard means sacrifice. It means knowing things no one else does," he said, still growling. "I told you that it meant that you might have to act upon what you knew, and knew to be right, even though the whole world set its hand against you. Or that you might have to do horrible, necessary things. Do you remember that?"
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
8c42fe3
|
Thomas scowled. "An errand is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is not getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo."
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
097548b
|
One grip shy of a steering column? Grimm suggested. Ten degrees short of a compass? Aviating without goggles?
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
ab22fcd
|
Whenever it gets too dark, think of the good things you have, the good times you've had. It will help. I promise.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |
|
5b32f14
|
I tried to take that as a life lesson: never underestimate the little people.
|
|
|
Jim Butcher |