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Id me didn't have to be concerned with long-term consequences. He was my instinctive, primitive self, driven by my most primal impulses. I wondered, briefly, if 'id' and 'idiot' came from the same root.
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psychology
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Jim Butcher |
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8d3739d
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Investigate the faeries. Great. That was absolutely guaranteed to get complicated before I got any useful answers. If there was one thing faeries hated doing, it was giving you a straight answer, about anything. Getting plain speech out out of one is like pulling out teeth. Your own teeth. Through your nose.
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humor
scifi
faeries
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Jim Butcher |
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1595db5
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Merlin had, according to legend, created the White Council of Wizards from the chaos of the fall of the Roman Empire. He plunged into the flames of the burning Library of Alexandria to save the most critical texts, helped engineer the Catholic Church as a vessel to preserve knowledge and culture during Europe's Dark Ages, and leapt tall cathedrals in a single bound.
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Jim Butcher |
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50c7388
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I didn't shiver. I get muscle twitches sometimes. That's all.
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Jim Butcher |
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6580f16
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I had to maintain a fine balance between going in ready for trouble and going in asking for trouble.
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Jim Butcher |
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29a82ac
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I've been learning this kind of thing," Tavi replied. "I can show you later. How did you steal all of that without learning how to open a lock?" "I stole the keys," Katai said. "Obviously."
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Jim Butcher |
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4930b22
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Black wizards don't just grow up like toadstools, you know. Someone has to teach them complicated things like summoning demons, ritual magic, and cliched villain dialogue.
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Jim Butcher |
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b0efc97
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I shrugged and said sadly, 'What? Once we gave them the vote, it went totally out of control.' 'You're a pig, Harry,' Murphy growled. 'But a pig smart enough to bow to the inevitable.
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Jim Butcher |
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b1ffdef
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You're just going to stand there?" I asked. Uriel folded his arms and tapped his chin with one fingertip. "Mmmm. It does seem that perhaps she deserves some form of aid. Perhaps if I'd had the presence of mind to see to it that some sort of agent had been sent to balance the scales, to giver her that one tiny bit of encouragement, that one flicker of inspiration that turned the tide..." He shook his head sadly. "Things might be different no..
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Jim Butcher |
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Because...fear is a terrible, insidious thing, Waldo. It taints and stains everything it touches, Waldo. If you let fear start driving some of your decisions, sooner or later, it will drive them all. I decided that I'm not going to be the kind of person who lives her life in fear of her friends' turning into monsters." "What? Just like that?" "It took me a long, long time to get there," she said. "But at the end of the day, I would rather h..
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Jim Butcher |
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You're going to have to take care of yourself," Karrin said quietly. "Over the next few weeks. Rest. Give yourself a chance to heal. Keep the wound on your leg clean. Get to a doctor and get that arm into a proper cast. I know you can't feel it, but it's important that--" I stood, leaned over the bed, and kissed her on the mouth. Her words dissolved into a soft sound that vibrated against my lips. Then her good arm slid around my neck, and ..
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kiss
romance
love
injured
dresden-files
hospital
murphy
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Jim Butcher |
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f9304ad
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Bob," I said over my shoulder. "Tell her it's me." "Can't," Bob said in a dreamy tone. "Boobs."
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Jim Butcher |
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2aa9241
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I hate what you represent." ...
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conscience
power
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Jim Butcher |
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74dcd25
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Nicodemus is a murderous murdering murderer...
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Jim Butcher |
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449ad54
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My father had died when I was young, before I learned that there was anything stronger than he was. I'd been operating without that kind of support for my whole life. Molly was only now realizing that, in some ways, she was on her own.
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Jim Butcher |
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d0a53a7
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I eyed the spirit. "You know the name 'Alfred' is a joke, right?" It stared at me. A wind that didn't exist stirred the hem of its cloak. I raised my hands in surrender and said, "All right. I guess you need a first name, too. Alfred Demonreach it is."
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Jim Butcher |
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c23bca2
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Man. Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.
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humor
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Jim Butcher |
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30013e1
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Not sure. Using it is trickier than most people think," I said. "You've got to keep it from drying out, and you've got to get it undiluted. It was raining, so if someone wanted my blood, they'd have had to get to it pretty quick - and it looked like Sith was keeping them busy." "Sith?" Butters asked. "Not what you're thinking," I said. "Oh," he said, clearly disappointed."
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Jim Butcher |
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This isn't going to work," Justine murmured. "It is going to work," I told her, keeping my tone confident. "We'll breeze right in. The Rack will be with us." Justine glanced at me with an arched eyebrow. "The Rack?" "The Rack is more than just boobs, Justine," I told her soberly. "It's an energy field created by all living boobs. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together." --
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girl-power
funny
humor
femininity
geek
the-rack
dresden-files
star-wars
molly-carpenter
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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e8ecf99
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The worst lies are almost always silence--or else truth, tainted with just enough deception to rot it to the core.
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Jim Butcher |
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afe42b6
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every jungle creature for fifty or sixty yards started raising holy hell on the what-the-fuck-was-that party line.
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Jim Butcher |
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3b1a568
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One rather thick volume was titled Means of Execution Through the Ages, and was placed with an elegant balance of nonchalance and availability at the eye level of anyone entering the room. As threats went, it was nearly subliminal--and perhaps it was placed there for that very reason.
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Jim Butcher |
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374d852
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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. I suppose if you looked at it that way, one might as well decorate one's grave with an enormous statue or a giant temple. It gave people something to talk about, at least. Although, following that l..
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graves
memorial
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Jim Butcher |
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e5974f2
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I poke at my skull with a finger. It didn't feel soft or anything. I didn't feel insane. But if you'd really lost it, would you have enough left to know? Crazy people never thought they were crazy. "I've always talked to things," I said. "And to myself." "Good point," myself agreed with me. "Unless that means you've been nuts all along." "I don't need wiseass remarks," I told myself severely. "There's work to do. So shut up."
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Jim Butcher |
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0baeda0
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You need a prostate to understand," I said."
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Jim Butcher |
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0cdb7f2
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Life is not notable for its overabundance of certainty.
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Jim Butcher |
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43ba412
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It hurts!" bellowed Ramirez drunkenly, flinging a last pair of bolts at a fleeing ghoul. "Ow! Ow, it hurts! It hurts to be this *good*!"
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Jim Butcher |
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2decb00
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Sanya told you about his beliefs.' I felt the corners of my mouth start to twinge as another smile threatened. 'Yeah.' Shiro let out a pleased snort. 'Sanya is a good man.' 'I just don't get why he'd be recruited as a Knight of the Cross.' Shiro looked at me over the glasses, chewing. After a while, he sad, 'Man sees faces. Sees skin. Flags. Membership lists. Files.' He took another large bite, ate it, and said, 'God sees hearts.
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Jim Butcher |
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7f1a6c3
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As far as I can tell, all cats [can see ghosts.] But they aren't terribly impressed with the fact that we're dead and still present. One rarely gets a reaction from them.
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Jim Butcher |
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59abd52
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Here there be monster." Bob whispered, half hysterically. "Run! Run already!"
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Jim Butcher |
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6e58ad6
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The words first. Damned near everything begins with words. "I am," I breathed, and suddenly the ice was clear of my mouth. "I am Harry..." I panted, and the pain redoubled. And I laughed. As if some freak who never loved enough to know loss could tell about pain."
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Jim Butcher |
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830a992
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as nervous as a bird in a coal mine.
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Jim Butcher |
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3518886
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I admit," Morgan said with another withering look, "it's no donut."
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humourous
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Jim Butcher |
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183a096
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We start by sinking a barge," I decided. Then I blinked and looked at the Erlking. "Can we sink a barge?" The shadow-masked Erlking tilted his head slightly to one side, his burning eyes narrowed. "Wizard, please."
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jim butcher |
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And they have a problem with Dresden, I take it?" Murphy asked. "Wanna kill him or something. I don't know," Thomas said, nodding. "They tried it on Jet Skis earlier today." "Roger Moore Bond villains?" Murphy asked, her tone derisive. "Seriously?" "Be silent, mortal cow," snarled one of the Sidhe. Murphy tracked her eyes calmly over to that one, and she nodded once, as if memorizing something. "Yeah, okay. You."
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Jim Butcher |
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e277704
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Playing cat and mouse is generally only fun for the cat.
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Jim Butcher |
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49a0592
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Form up," I murmured, because it sounded more military and tougher than saying, "You guys go first."
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Jim Butcher |
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b668173
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That's the worst part about the walking dead... the stains.
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Jim Butcher |
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6bba440
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Doesn't matter how pretty you are. What's important is how pretty you feel. No one feels pretty when they hear "no" often enough."
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pretty
rejection
vanity
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Jim Butcher |
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f3c51bf
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Now then Captain" He turned back to Grim "Your have questions, I answers, shall we see if they match?" "Please" Grim said "I appear to be your guest, have I you to thank for caring for me?" Ferrus' shoulders sagged in evident disappointment "Oh.... apparently they do not match... I was going to say strawberries!"
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inspirational
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Jim Butcher |
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f4e6990
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I'm a disciple of the Tao of Peter Parker, obviously,
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humor
marvel
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Jim Butcher |
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1943a43
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Pretty please. With sugar.
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Jim Butcher |
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6993f2d
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Ah. Medieval-style ransom." Toot looked confused. "He did run some, but I stopped him, my lord. Like, just now. In front of you. Right over there." There were several conspicuous sounds behind me, the loudest from my apprentice, and I turned to eye everyone else. They were all either covering smiles or holding them back-- poorly. "Hey, peanut gallery," I said. "This isn't as easy as I'm making it look." "You're doing fine," Karrin said, he..
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Jim Butcher |
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a66a3d3
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the worst madmen don't seem odd at all," Grimm said. "They appear to be quite calm and rational, in fact. Until the screaming starts."
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Jim Butcher |