I eyed the spirit. You know the name ‘Alfred’ is a joke, right? It stared at me. A wind that didn’t exist stirred the hem of its cloak. I raised my hands in surrender and said, All right. I guess you...
I even heard that they can bring people back from the dead.Jesus, Butter swore.I kinda doubt they had anything to do with that one.No, no, I meant --I know what you meant. t was a joke, Butters.
I drew my pentacle into my fist, raised it like every vampire slayer you ever saw does it, and said, Jesus Christ, lady. I just came here to talk.
I don’t have anything against God. Far from it. But I don’t understand Him. And I don’t trust a lot of the people that go around claiming that they’re working in His best interests.
I don’t always knock down doors, I said. Sometimes it’s a wall.
I don't want to make her [Maggie] a target again, I said.Michael sighed patiently. Harry, he said, as if speaking to a rather slow child,I'm not sure if you noticed this. But things did not turn out w...
I don't know the good or the evil of the thing. That's something that only you mortals worry about.
I didn’t have any money or ID. I didn’t have a credit card. Hell, I didn’t have a business card.What would it say? 'Harry Dresden, Winter Knight, Targets Slain, No Barbecues, Waterslides, or Fireworks...
I did absolutely nothing. Carefully.
I clenched my jaw as hard as I could. It wasn't much of a stretch to keep pretending to be angry, but I tried to go all Method actor on them. Eat your heart out, Sir Ian.
I can't be under arrest now... I don't have time.
I can disintegrate a virgin's inhibitions at fifty paces, but I can't last two weeks at a job where I'm wearing a stupid hairnet and a paper hat.
I blinked slowly at that notion. A honeymoon free of your mother-in-law. Worth more than gold or jewels, Hades said.
His mind is strange, came Varg’s rumbling voice, but capable.
Hey. I don't care what kind of faerie or mortal or hideous creature you are. If you've got danglies and can lose them, that's the kind of sight that make you reconsider the possible genitalia-related...
Heroines in dramas, Bridget felt, really ought to have more sense.
Here's something else I bet you didn't know about Tyrannosaurs: they don't corner well
Her fate was, she realized, entirely in the hands of another person. Captain
He sees the color blue, the etherealist said. But his color blue. Not yours.
He clenched his hands into fists and opened them again several times, as though strangling baby ducks.