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I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing.
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Jim Butcher |
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cacbe8d
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This is ridiculous. I look like the Games Workshop version of a Jedi Knight.
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Jim Butcher |
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7df9d2c
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You know the law, Dresden." "He who kills the cheer springs for beer," chanted the rest of the table."
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Jim Butcher |
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8d9b95b
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Unicorns," I said. "Very dangerous. You go first."
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humor
unicorns
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Jim Butcher |
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ad8dfe4
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Isana laughed. "And you, lady? Are you a woman of conscience or of ambition?" The lady smiled. "That's a question rarely asked here at court." "And why is that?" "Because a woman of conscience would tell you that she is a person of conscience. A woman of ambition would tell you that she is a person of conscience--only much more convincingly." --
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lying
convincing
court
conscience
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Jim Butcher |
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112017e
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Because even if they are doing something immoral, I'd be an idiot to start criticizing them for it if I wasn't perfect myself. Smoking is self-destructive. Drinking is self-destructive. Losing your temper and yelling at people is wrong. Lying is wrong. Cheating is wrong. Stealing is wrong. But people do that stuff all the time. Soon as I figure out how to be a perfect human being, then I'm qualified to go lecture other people about how they..
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I don't want to make her [Maggie] a target again," I said. Michael sighed patiently. "Harry," he said, as if speaking to a rather slow child,"I'm not sure if you noticed this. But things did not turn out well for the last monster who raised his hand against your child. Or any of his friends. Or associates. Or anyone who worked for him. Or for most of the people he knew."
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535c296
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But... all I said was that I was scared." After what you got to experience? That's smart, kid," I said. "I'm scared, too. Every time something like this happens, it scares me. But being strong doesn't get you through. Being smart does. I've beaten people and things who were stronger than I was, because they didn't use their heads, or because I used what I had better than they did. It isn't about muscle, kiddo, magical or otherwise. It's ab..
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discipline
molly-carpenter
power
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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19f5a36
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I can't be under arrest now... I don't have time.
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Jim Butcher |
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cdee875
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Body or mind, heart or soul, we're all human, and we're supposed to feel pain. You cut yourself off from it at your own risk.
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Jim Butcher |
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a1b22cd
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You must be Warden Ramirez." This is the part where I got nervous. Ramirez loved women. Ramirez never shut up about women. Well, he never shut up about anything in general, but he'd go on and on about various conquests and feats of sexual athleticism and-- "A virgin?" Lara blurted. Lara blurted. She turned her head to me, grey eyes several shades paler than they had been, and very wide. "Really, Harry, I'm not sure what to say. Is he a pres..
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lara-raith
ramirez
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Jim Butcher |
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78d2c7b
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Epic sex?" I sputtered. "By what standards, precisely, is sex judged to be epic?" "And tons and tons of mortal simps like you used as pawns." Bob sighed happily, ignoring my question. "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."
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sex
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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5ac42fc
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Some men fall from grace. Some are pushed.
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Jim Butcher |
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5d5ef10
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I had a vague memory of being that ridiculous at one time. Let he who hath never worn parachute pants cast the first stone.
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fashion
fashion-sense
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Jim Butcher |
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4d49e08
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I will make Maggie safe. If the world burns because of that then so be it. Me and the kid will roast some marshmallows.
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Jim Butcher |
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2bdea87
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My brief flash of relief and confidence melted away. Good thing it did, too. I'm sure the world would come to an end if I were allowed to feel a sense of relief and well-being for any length of time.
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Jim Butcher |
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ca43ddb
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Mister Dresden is a diplomatically challenged individual. He should be in a shelter for the tactless.
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Jim Butcher |
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39dfb3e
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Each creature had something it excelled at, he supposed. Humans could manage knots easily, and cats could do everything else.
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Jim Butcher |
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3116fc9
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I would hit you on the head with a rock and drag you away from this. But it would only shatter the rock.
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Jim Butcher |
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fa2a7e7
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Stop," Kincaid said in a calm voice. "Unclench." "Unclench what?" Murphy demanded. "Unclench your ass." " me?" "You're going to trip the beam. You need another quarter inch. Relax." "I am relaxed," Murphy growled. "Oh," Kincaid said. "Damn, great ass then."
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humor
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Jim Butcher |
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0c1b6c4
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This creature serves you?" Sanya asked. "This one and about a hundred smaller ones. And five times that many part-timers I can call in once in awhile." I thought about it. "It isn't so much that they serve me as that we have a business arrangement that we all like. They help me out from time to time. I furnish them with regular pizza." "Which they...love," Sanya said. Toot spun in a dizzy, delighted circle on one heel, and fell onto his bac..
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Her flawless pale skin was also spangled with gemstones. I don't know how they'd been attached, but they clung to her and sent little flashes of color glittering around the cavern when she moved. They were concentrated most densely around her ... well ... She'd been, ah, vajazzled.
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maeve
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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2415850
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Kid. You just made the last mistake of your life.' 'God,' I said. 'I .
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Jim Butcher |
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4111a4d
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I slammed the doors open a little harder than I needed to, stalked out to the Blue Beetle, and drove away with all the raging power the ancient four-cylinder engine should muster. Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away.
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wizards
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Jim Butcher |
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c542ecb
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Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera.
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humor
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Jim Butcher |
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4420e1f
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I was sitting in my lab, my hand spread open on the table, while the skull examined my palm. I'd worn a mark there for years--an unblemished patch of skin amidst all the burn scars, in the perfect shape of the angelic sigil that was Lasciel's name. The mark was gone. In its place was just an irregular patch of unburned skin. "It looks like there's no mark there anymore," Bob said. I sighed. "Thank you, Bob," I said. "It's good to have a pro..
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ed12776
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It bothered me that he was right. Without Sir Stuart's intervention, I'd have been dead again already. That's right--you heard me: dead again already. I mean, come on. How screwed up is your life (after- or otherwise) when you find yourself needing phrases like that?
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life
ghosts
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Jim Butcher |
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ede0c8f
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Everyone stopped to blink at that for a second. I mean, come on. Impaled by a guided frozen turkey missile. Even by the standards of the quasi-immortal creatures of the night, that ain't something you see twice. "For my next trick," I panted into the startled silence, "anvils."
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Jim Butcher |
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0c306f8
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About thirty feet from the door, Molly abruptly stopped in her tracks and said, "Harry." I paused and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide. She said, "I sense..." I narrowed my eyes. "Say it. You know you want to say it." "It is a disturbance in the Force, she said, her voice half-exasperated."
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Jim Butcher |
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b156d59
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He wasn't evil as much as magnificently innocent of any kind of morality.
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Jim Butcher |
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e3638ef
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This never happens again," I said quietly. "You try to get to me through other mortals again and I'll kill you." Mavra's rotted lips turned up at one corner. "No, you won't," she said in her dusty voice. "You don't have that kind of power." "I can get it," I said. "But you won't," she responded, mockery in her tone. "It wouldn't be right." I stared at her for a full ten seconds before I said, in a very quiet voice, "I've got a fallen angel ..
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threat
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Jim Butcher |
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be991a2
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It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.
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magic
rain
toads
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Jim Butcher |
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24bd1c6
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There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.
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Jim Butcher |
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5f604c9
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I'm never really comfortable at parties. Maybe I'm just not the partying type. ...I think it's because I'm never sure what to do with myself. I mean, there're drinks, but I don't like being drunk.... There's music, but I never really learned to dance to anything that involved an electric guitar. There are people to talk to...but once you put all the stupid things I do aside, I'm really not that interesting. I like reading, staying home, goi..
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parties
shyness
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Jim Butcher |
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0e60923
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The world is getting weirder. Darker every single day. Things are spinning around faster and faster, and threatening to go completely awry. Falcons and falconers. The center cannot hold. But in my corner of the country, I'm trying to nail things down. I don't want to live in Victor's jungle, even if it did eventually devour him. I don't want to live in a world where the strong rule and the weak cower. I'd rather make a place where things ar..
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Jim Butcher |
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895ccee
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Well, I never been to much school, you understand, but it seems to me that you're assuming something you shouldn't assume... that God sees the world like you do; one thing at a time, from just one spot. Seems to me that he's supposed to be everywhere, know everything. ...Think about that; he knows what you're feeling, how you're hurting. Feels my pain, your pain like it was his own. Hell son, the question isn't how God could care about just..
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god
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Jim Butcher |
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52d0168
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I checked the icebox. The faeries usually brought some sort of food to stock the icebox and the pantry when they cleaned, but they could have mighty odd ideas about what constituted a healthy diet. One time I'd opened the pantry and found nothing but boxes and boxes and boxes of Fruit Loops. I had a near-miss with diabetes, and Thomas, who was never quite sure where the food had come from, declared that I had clearly been driven Fruit Loopy..
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Jim Butcher |
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320caae
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I always considered myself a loner. I mean, not like a poor-me, Byron-esque, I-should-have-brought-a-swimming-buddy loner. I mean the sort of person who doesn't feel too upset about the prospect of a weekend spent seeing no one, and reading good books on the couch. It wasn't like I was a people hater or anything. I enjoyed activities and the company of friends. But they were a side dish. I always thought I would be happy without them.
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Jim Butcher |
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6c3f429
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Did you shout 'Parkour'?" Michael asked. "Well, sure," I said. "That was kinda Parkour-like." Michael fought to keep a smile off his face. "Harry," he said, "I'm almost certain one does not 'Parkour.' I believe one is supposed to simply Parkour." "Do I criticize your Latin battle cries? No, never once."
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humor-quotes
urban-fantasy-series
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Jim Butcher |
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f2475bd
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Science, the largest religion of the twentieth century, had become tarnished by images of exploding space shuttles, crack babies, and a generation of complacent Americans who allowed the television to raise their children. People were looking for something - I think they just didn't know what. And even though they were once again starting to open their eyes to the world of magic and the arcane that had been with them all the while, they sti..
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Jim Butcher |
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d624444
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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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imagination
characters
ideas
readers
writers
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Jim Butcher |
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994b905
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I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.
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Jim Butcher |
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96f5077
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Kincaid, evidently exhausted himself, drew a gun, took the safety off, placed it on his chest, and went to sleep too. "It's cute," I whispered to Murphy. "He has a teddy Glock."
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Jim Butcher |
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3561d9d
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I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago," I said at once. "Elvii?" Marcone inquired. "The plural would be Elvises, I guess," I said. "But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural."
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art-collection
elvis
gollum
lord-of-the-rings
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Jim Butcher |