An inferior sense of smell, Marcus said, as if absolutely nothing of significance had happened, is distinct from being told that one smells unpleasant.
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.
All of you, hear me. Michael said quietly. He turned and stood between them - Fallen angels and monsters and scoundrels and mortal fiends - and me. You think your power is what shapes the world you wa...
Ah. Medieval-style ransom.Toot looked confused. He did run some, but I stopped him, my lord. Like, just now. In front of you. Right over there. There were several conspicuous sounds behind me, the lou...
Ah, Bridget said, flushing slightly. As the glib-tongued lout in question, she was currently on the receiving end of this facet of the habble’s law. I’m not sure everyone would agree with you. We’re a...
A wonderful place, the mind, but if it has any kind of disappointing failure, it’s that it always attempts to put new things into the context of things which are already familiar to it.
A smile fought its way through her expression of pain for a moment, and she said, Yeah, it really kind of was, wasn’t it? Was that a Salamander? Pretty sure, I said. They’re so much bigger than in tho...
A pure heart and mind only takes you so far - sooner or later the hormones have their say, too.
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.
You look like you fell out of a crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down.
If you go exploring, you might find something that could hurt you.If one doesn't , one is not truly exploring
After a pointless delay for the humans to collect all their toys and keepsakes, he was able to take his rightful place in Littlemouse's arms and heard them all in the proper direction.
It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?
. . every jungle creature for fifty or sixty yards started raising holy hell on the what-the-fuck-was-that party line.
Wizards don’t use magic to kill people. They use it to discover, to protect, to mend, to help. Not to destroy.
Wildcat. I found him in a Dumpster one day when he was a kitten and he promptly adopted me. Despite my struggles, Mister had been an understanding soul, and I eventually came to realize that I was a p...
The blow made her see stars. There was no time for astronomy in ground fighting, she thought,
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.
Maybe
Her look dared me to make some kind of chivalrous commentary. I didn’t, and she didn’t break my nose, by way of fair exchange.