Damn. Bob was kind of awesome.
Dammit. What kind of weapons are they toting? Uh, teeth. Mostly teeth, Harry. I glared at him. Not the dogs.
Dammit, man. I’m a Faerie Princess, not a forensic analyst. I
Cowl's apprentice was tough and competent, but no amount of training or forethought can prepare you for the sight of an angry dinosaur coming to eat your ass.
Butters’s voice turned bitter. Them or us, choose a side? It’s not about taking sides, Karrin said. It’s about knowing yourself. About understanding why you make the choices you do. Once you know that...
Butters blinked and looked at Thomas. My God, he said. You’ve been shot. Thomas hooked a thumb at Butters. Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here. I’d have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe, I said. Split...
But... my choices haven't always been very good, I said.Whose have? he asked.
But, as it turned out, hell got up awfully early in the morning.
But you can't go around changing your definition of right and wrong (or smart and stupid) just because doing the wrong thing happens to be really convenient. Sometimes it isn't easy to be sane, smart,...
But a century from now, your mortal associates will be rotting in the earth, whereas, barring amputation or radical shifts in fashion, you will still be putting your pants on one leg at a time.
But I’d never been very good at expressing myself verbally.
Build a man a fire and he’s warm for a day, I said. But set a man on fire and he’s warm for the rest of his life. Tao of Pratchett.
Booya! I shouted in pure triumph, the adrenaline turning my manly baritone into a rather terrified-sounding shriek. What have you got for fiery beams of death, huh? You got for fiery beam of death! M...
Bob wasn't precisely a friend to me but... I was used to him. In a way he was family, the mouthy, annoying, irritable cousin who was always insulting you but who was definitely at Thanksgiving dinner....
Bloody constraint, I told him. For should you try to hide the girl from me, even in your heart, there shall I rake for her.
Billy squinted at me. Why are you letting them go?Because they're real.How do you know?The one I was holding crapped on my hand.
Being here? With you? I've met my subconscious, and he's not that sick.
Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away. My
Because…fear is a terrible, insidious thing, Waldo. It taints and stains everything it touches, Waldo. If you let fear start driving some of your decisions, sooner or later, it will drive them all. I...
Aye, Skipper! Journeyman said.