So. You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you're saying?
Harry waxes poetic about magic. He'll go on and on about how it comes from your feelings, and how it's a deep statement about the nature of your soul, and then he'll whip out some kind of half-divine,...
Murphy watched me thoughtfully for several empty seconds. Then she said, very gently, You're a good man, Harry.I swallowed and bowed my head, made humble by the tone of her voice and the expression on...
Maybe you know the monsters, Martin, Murphy said quietly. But I know the guy who stops them. And if they don't return the girl, we'll make them regret it. She nodded at me and said, Let's go. We can w...
I made a sandwich out of things. I'm an American. We can eat anything as long as it's between two pieces of bread.
Molly blinked, then looked at Thomas and said, Wait a minute.... We're his flunkies.You, may be, Thomas said, sneering. I'm his thug. I'm way higher than a flunky.You are high if you think I'm taking...
But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.
There’s nothing that makes you more insane than family. Or more happy. Or more exasperated. Or more . . . secure.
There's always, always a choice. My options might really, truly suck, but that doesn't mean there isn't a choice.
Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.
I'm afraid it isn't good news. The Council seems to have gone quite mad.
Her flawless pale skin was also spangled with gemstones. I don't know how they'd been attached, but they clung to her and sent little flashes of color glittering around the cavern when she moved. They...
Epic sex? I sputtered. By what standards, precisely, is sex judged to be epic?And tons and tons of mortal simps like you used as pawns. Bob sighed happily, ignoring my question. There are no words. It...
They paid some madman who thought he was a decorator a lot of money to make the place look hip and unique. May be it's my lack of fashion sense talking, but I thought they should have held out for one...
There's a fine line between audacity and idiocy.
There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.
He had hard, steady eyes, and all the comforting, reassuring charm of a dental drill. - Harry Dresden describing Morgan
You’re playing the creepy vibe a little hard, I said. Might as well go for broke, put on a black top hat and pipe in some organ music.
The man once wrote: Tolkien had that one mostly right.I stepped forward, let the door bang closed, and snarled, Fuck subtle.
No, she said. You are not Patrick Swayze. I am not Demi Moore. She touched a switch on the little box and it started ticking. And this sure as hell isn't pottery class.