Jim Butcher Quote

There was a small stone in her palm, a deep blue opal. I leaned a little closer, eyeing it. It was set on a silver stud—an earring.It should suffice to contain the parasite for what time remains, Mab said. Put it on.My ears aren’t pierced, I objected.Mab arched an eyebrow. Are you the Winter Knight or some sort of puling child?I scowled at her. Come over here and say that.At that, Mab calmly stepped onto the shore of Demonreach, until her toes were almost touching mine. She was several inches over six feet tall, and barely had to reach up to take my earlobe in her fingers.Wait, I said. Wait.She paused.The left one.Mab tilted her head. Why?It’s . . . Look, it’s a mortal thing. Just do the left one, okay?She exhaled briefly through her nose. Then she shook her head and changed ears.