Jim Butcher Quote
Gimme a minute, I said, and felt myself baring my teeth in a grin. How does the leg feel? I’ve had worse, Michael said, his voice strained. He shifted his weight, testing the leg, and made a hissing sound—but it supported his weight. Only a flesh wound. Yeah, I said. ’Tis but a scratch. Come on, ya pansy. He blinked and looked at me. Pansy? Oh, I said. You weren’t quoting the movie. Sorry. Movie? Holy Grail? Nicodemus still has it. I sighed. Never mind.
Jim Butcher
Gimme a minute, I said, and felt myself baring my teeth in a grin. How does the leg feel? I’ve had worse, Michael said, his voice strained. He shifted his weight, testing the leg, and made a hissing sound—but it supported his weight. Only a flesh wound. Yeah, I said. ’Tis but a scratch. Come on, ya pansy. He blinked and looked at me. Pansy? Oh, I said. You weren’t quoting the movie. Sorry. Movie? Holy Grail? Nicodemus still has it. I sighed. Never mind.