Holy water, a couple cloves of garlic, vials of salt, and iron fillings filled the basket, intended to be door prizes for anything that showed up in an attempt to suck my blood, carry me off to faerieland, or sell me stale cookies.
Jim Butcher. . . every jungle creature for fifty or sixty yards started raising holy hell on the what-the-fuck-was-that party line.
Jim ButcherStichwörter: humor
Whenever you've got a choice, do good, kiddo. It isn't always fun or easy, but in the long run it makes your life better.
Jim ButcherStichwörter: inspirational bullying bully bigfoot bullies dresden b-is-for-bigfoot do-good
Could just be Chicago. Which can be just as scary as Mab, some days.
Jim ButcherA second later the door opened and Murphy glared up at me, blue eyes bright and cold. "Get more away. I've been fighting this computer all day long. I swear, if you blow out my hard drive again, I'm taking it out of your ass."
"Why would your hard drive be in my ass?" I said.
Form up," I murmured, because it sounded more military and tougher than saying, "You guys go first.
Jim ButcherHe's Black Council," I said.
"Or maybe stupid," Ebenezar countered.
I thought about it. "Not sure which is scarier."
Ebenezar blinked at me, then snorted. "Stupid, Hoss. Every time. Only so many blackhearted villains in the world, and they only get uppity on occasion. Stupid's everywhere, every day.
This never happens again," I said quietly. "You try to get to me through other mortals again and I'll kill you."
Mavra's rotted lips turned up at one corner. "No, you won't," she said in her dusty voice. "You don't have that kind of power."
"I can get it," I said.
"But you won't," she responded, mockery in her tone. "It wouldn't be right."
I stared at her for a full ten seconds before I said, in a very quiet voice, "I've got a fallen angel tripping all over herself to give me more power. Queen Mab has asked me to take the mantle of Winter Knight twice now. I've read Kemmler's book. I know how the Darkhallow works. And I know how to turn necromancy against the Black Court."
Mavra's filmed eyes flashed with anger.
I continued to speak quietly, never raising my voice. "So once again, let me be perfectly clear. If anything happens to Murphy and I even think you had a hand in it, fuck right and wrong. If you touch her, I'm declaring war on you. Personally. I'm picking up every weapon I can get. And I'm using them to kill you. Horribly.
It gets kind of zen after awhile, life is a journey, time is a river, the door is ajar.
Jim ButcherStichwörter: fiction science-fiction
I don't know the good or the evil of the thing. That's something that only you mortals worry about.
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