You're mad, the fallen angel said.Get me some Alka Seltzer and I'll foam at the mouth, too.
You never get a straight answer from captains. You should know that by now.
You learn very quickly not to make mistakes given the correct incentive to avoid them.
You know, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little more polite. Why take chances, I muttered,
You know, I believe it is possible to reference something other than Star Wars, boss. I narrowed my eyes in Muppetly wisdom. That is why you fail.
You humans have the potential to be the most wonderful beings there are—if you can get past all these enormous stupid spots you seem to have in your hearts. It’s not your fault. You just don’t know ho...
You have enemies enough without tearing open your own wounds over things you could not have prevented.
You go back, Jack said. And you catch the scum who did you. Back? I said. Back to … Earth, yeah, Jack said. Chicago. He closed the folder and dropped it into his out-box. You gotta find out who killed...
You can’t change what has already happened. But you choose what to do next. Which means that you only cross over to the dark side if you choose to do it.
You are the only man I ever met, Tera growled, who would smash the paws that are trying to free you from certain death.
Writing writhed across the surface of the stone, runes that looked a little familiar. Norse, maybe? Some of them looked more like Egyptian. They seemed to take something from several different sources...
Wizardry aside, it’s tough to beat a gun for discouraging men with baseball bats.
Which just goes to show that my cat has considerably more sense than me.
Whenever it gets too dark, think of the good things you have, the good times you've had. It will help. I promise.
When people come to the only professional wizard in the Chicago phone book for help, they’re one of two things: desperate or smart. Very rarely are they both.
What had changed things? What had made the difference?She had. All by herself.
We need to get out, I said. My voice sounded raw to me. Trouble coming.No, said a beautiful Sidhe baritone. Trouble is here.They appeared from behind their veils, one by one, with so much melodrama th...
We had reached the doors to my suite, which still felt awkward to say, even in my own head. My suite. Guys like me don't have suites. We have lairs.
We followed him through the wealthy splendor of the house. Hardwood floors. Custom carved woodworking. Statues. Fountains. Suits of armor. Original painting, one of them a van Gogh. Stained-glass wind...
We all have our demons.