Think where you are, sir Knight, Nicodemus said, his mouth quirking up into a mocking smile. The Underworld is a prison for souls. Do you think yours is so great as to escape it? I am not great, Michael said quietly. But God is.
Jim Butcher
Think where you are, sir Knight, Nicodemus said, his mouth quirking up into a mocking smile. The Underworld is a prison for souls. Do you think yours is so great as to escape it? I am not great, Michael said quietly. But God is.