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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 650c8a5 | You saved us," she said. "Of course I did," Rowl responded. "I am without flaw." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 073f909 | He] stared at Rowl with flat eyes. Rowl yawned his unconcern. "If you wish to keep those eyes," he said pleasantly, "move them elsewhere." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 4f158b3 | Summer and Winter, constantly chasing each other, wounding what the other heals and healing what the other wounds. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 11fae60 | You okay?" Fix asked her. "Have to be," she said." | Jim Butcher | ||
| ed77b84 | 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 | ||
| 22f1b3e | I kicked him in the head with my rented formal shoes. My shoe went flying off, which I was pretty sure never happened to James Bond. The | Jim Butcher | ||
| ee56338 | staff cutbacks that meant nurses were working their asses off to cover the basics and, as a result, were barely maintaining a white-knuckled grip on civility. Bottom line: she hated hospitals for the same reason everyone else did. If she was in a hospital, it meant one of two things. She'd been hurt. Or someone she loved had been hurt. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 90dca2b | People are likely to do the most ridiculously illogical things for the most incomprehensible of reasons. | Jim Butcher | ||
| b01dafe | She held up her hand, palm up--another one of those gestures, their meanings forgotten by everyone except for long-term wackjobs like Dresden. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 3a90185 | I like her," Sanya rumbled in his deep, half-swallowed accent. "She is so tiny and fierce. I don't suppose she knows how to--" "Sanya," Michael said, his voice very firm. "We have talked about this." The dark-skinned Russian sighed and shrugged. "It could not hurt to ask." "Sanya." He lifted both hands in a gesture of surrender, grinning, and fell silent. The" | Jim Butcher | ||
| 5995292 | Being mostly dead is hard on a guy. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 14b2e0f | I shall most likely kill you on the morrow. | Jim Butcher | ||
| c978bca | You can be such an asshole, Dresden, I swear. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 229c826 | Nipple erection on command--now that's method acting. Oh, | Jim Butcher | ||
| fa398ed | Andi's eyes widened. "Bob. . .is it really him?" "Yes, but he works for the bad guys now," Bob said. "It's probably safest to shoot him." | bob-the-skull | Jim Butcher | |
| 58a782a | Every relationship ended. Sometimes it ended voluntarily with a break-up or an affair. Sometimes it ended with death. Only the lucky ones died together. Everyone else had to suffer through being a survivor. And she hated that term most of all. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 489cfb0 | It's easy to do the right thing when it doesn't cost you. Not as easy to do the right thing when your back is to the wall." Fitz" | Jim Butcher | ||
| 220ddf6 | Sanya," I said. "Who did I get cast as?" "Sam," Sanya said. I blinked at him. "Not . . . Oh, for crying out loud, it was perfectly obvious who I should have been." Sanya shrugged. "It was no contest. They gave Gandalf to your godmother. You got Sam." He started to leave and then paused. "Harry. You have read the books as well, yes?" "Sure," I said. "Then you know that Sam was the true hero of the tale," Sanya said. "That he faced far greate.. | Jim Butcher | ||
| aca9cd2 | but age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 9285e6f | If you let fear start driving some of your decisions, sooner or later, it will drive them all. | Jim Butcher | ||
| dd94827 | I've often wished that I had some suave and socially acceptable hobby that I could fall back on in times like this. You know, play the violin (or was it the viola?) like Sherlock Holmes, or maybe twiddle away on the pipe organ like the Disney version of Captain Nemo. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 94dd201 | several bulging bookshelves which I really will organize one day. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 8c8fa1d | Mathematically, maybe," I said. "But trust isn't one of those things that lends itself well to math." "Sure it does," Bob said. "You trust somebody, they betray you, you get a negative value. You never trust, they can never disappoint you, you break even." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 6b5d3c1 | a man glided out of the limo. He was tall, pale as a statue. Sable hair fell in tousled curls to his shoulders. He was dressed in a pair of opalescent butterfly wings that rose from his shoulders, fastened to him by some mysterious mechanism. He wore white leather gloves, their gauntlet cuffs decorated in winding silver designs, and similar designs were set around his calves, down to his sandals. At his side hung a sword, delicately made, t.. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 40c8795 | Murphyonic?" "Sure," Butters said. "You exude a Murphyonic field. Anything that can go wrong does." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 3fbf7ea | A tumbleweed went rolling by in the street. I'm not even kidding. An actual, literal tumbleweed. Man, Oklahoma. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 71663f0 | I'm so pretty, it's hard for me to think of myself as intelligent. | thomas-raith vanity | Jim Butcher | |
| 4aae593 | He smiled crookedly. "I've never lost a duel to the death. Not one." | Jim Butcher | ||
| a51d035 | that growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 3b7957c | He had no frame of reference, and couldn't read--most faeries were studiously averse to print. | Jim Butcher | ||
| a044a94 | Words have a power every bit as terrible and beautiful as magic, and they don't need a special effects budget to do it, either. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 2df4aec | Thwart," I said. "To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 7b1809f | If I'd realized how rabid he was to catch me slipping, I wouldn't have added more fuel to his fire by hitting him in the mouth. Okay. I probably still would have hit him in the mouth. But I wouldn't have done it quite so hard. | Jim Butcher | ||
| f2fd050 | Inari screamed and swung her stake, but her Buffy impersonation wasn't any better than mine. | buffy-the-vampire-slayer | Jim Butcher | |
| a8c25ed | I even heard that they can bring people back from the dead." "Jesus," Butter swore. "I kinda doubt they had anything to do with that one." "No, no, I meant --" "I know what you meant. t was a joke, Butters." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 28c832b | I'll talk you through," Kincaid said. "Dresden, better take her gun and cover us." "Hey," I said. "I'm in charge here. Kincaid, talk her through it. Murphy, give me your gun so I can cover you." | Jim Butcher | ||
| b05167c | So once again, let me be perfectly clear. If anything happens to Murphy and I even *think* you had a hand in it, fuck right and wrong. If you touch her, I'm declaring war on you. | Jim Butcher | ||
| b7cf71c | His mind is strange," came Varg's rumbling voice, "but capable." | Jim Butcher | ||
| 67c533e | There's always a choice," I said. "That's the thing, man. There's always, always a choice. My options might really, truly suck, but that doesn't mean there isn't a choice." -- | Jim Butcher | ||
| 825c3a0 | The old man's staff was shorter and thicker than mine, but the carved sigils and formulae on it were noticeably similar, and the texture and color of the wood was identical. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 2cbff0b | now, young man. That's no small thing, | Jim Butcher | ||
| 3a2616f | All you have to do is to hold them until the cops get here, and then you can bleed to death in peace. Or get to a doctor. Whichever hurts less. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 53514c9 | A good man, almost by definition, would seriously question any decisions he made that led to such terrible consequences for others. Especially if those others trusted him. | Jim Butcher | ||
| 079d2d2 | In the Midwest, if you show up to a college town on a weekend, you risk running into a football game. | Jim Butcher |