Do you really think you can win?''Yeah. Hell, Ortega is only the third or fourth most disturbing thing I've tangled with today.''But even if you do win, what does it change?''Me getting kiilled now. T...
Because I know my daughter, she said. And I know very well that the only way to absolutely ensure that she pursues any given course of action is for me to forbid her to do so.
You do everything by the book, like everybody else, you get the same results s everybody else.
You beg fate to make your fears into reality, Aleran. But for the moment, they are only fears. They may come. If so, then face them and overcome them. Until then, pay them no mind. You have enough to...
Where instinct fails, intellect must venture.
To the best of my knowledge, sir, Benedict said in an apologetic tone, no one has ever been able to tell my dear cousin anything. At all.
My doubts vanished as well. Doubt was for things that did not know their purpose, and I knew mine.
Let's get something clear up front. I'm not Harry Dresden. Harry's a wizard. A genuine, honest-to-goodness wizard. He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolv...
I'm going to use them to track him down and thwart him. Thwart? Sarissa asked.Thwart. I said. To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy p...
I grunted. She’s not a delicate princess, I said. She’s a warrior. Warriors have enemies. Sometimes warriors get hurt. I felt my jaws clench. And then their friends even things up.
For a second, I wanted very badly to know a spell that would let me melt through the floor in a quivering puddle of please-don't-kill-me.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Tropical trees had been planted throughout the room, along with bright flowering plants that were busy committing the olfactory floral equivalent of aggravated assault.
Magic. It can get a guy killed.
I witnessed the birth of time itself. I watched the mortal coil spring forth from perfect darkness. I watched the stars form, watched this world coalesce, watched as life was breathed into it and as y...
I hate what you represent....
Finally, I said, very quietly, 'I don't know if I'm one of the good guys anymore.
You can't plan for everything or you never get started in the first place.
When I'm in turmoil, when I can't think, when I'm exhausted and afraid and feeling very, very alone, I go for walks. It's just one of those things I do. I walk and I walk and sooner or later something...
She is not a cookie. Neither is she a biscuit, a PopTart, Sweet TART, apple tart, or any other kind of pastry. She is my apprentice.