...you look like you fell out of a crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down.
Jim ButcherErlking,” I told her. “Big-time bad guy. Wants to eat me.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Well. I met him,” I said.
Everyone thinks magic is something different.
Jim ButcherHarry Dresden. I'm on a mission from God.
Jim ButcherI’m a pessimist of the human condition, as a rule, but contemplating the future and how the Carpenter kids could contribute to it was the kind of thought that gave me hope for us all, despite
myself.
Of course, I suppose someone must once
have looked down upon young Lucifer and considered what tremendous potential he contained.
I folded my arms. “I don’t usually do stakeouts.”
“I thought it might be a nice change of pace for you. All that knocking down of doors and burning down of buildings must get tiring.”
“I don’t always knock down doors,” I said. “Sometimes it’s a wall.
She’d grown up in a strict household; she’d gone insane with freedom the minute she ran away and got out on her own.
Jim ButcherI declared her brain frozen and assumed command of the local Warden detachment, which was handy, since it consisted of only me anyway.
Jim ButcherTroubleshooters?" Michael asked.
"When there's trouble," I told him, "they shoot it.
...the cab of the truck heated up nicely, its windows fogging. I felt like a Dickens character. I thought about explaining that to Mouse, just to occupy my thoughts, but he was suffering enough without being forced to endure Dickens, even by proxy.
Jim ButcherStichwörter: literature dickens
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