I'm not a doctor," Butters said.
We'd done this dance several times. "You are the Mighty Butters," I said. "You can do anything.
[Thomas said] "I have my cell phone on me. Try to call before things start exploding."
"Maybe this time it'll be different. Maybe I'll work everything out through reason, diplomacy, dialogue, and mutual cooperation."
Thomas eyed me.
I tried to look wounded. "It could happen.
One thing you can count on when visiting the Nevernever: you don't ever get bored.
Jim ButcherLike life is short,” he said. “Like you don’t know when it’s going to end. Like some things, left unsaid, can’t ever be said.
Jim ButcherTags: life-is-short
We followed him through the wealthy splendor of the house. Hardwood floors. Custom carved woodworking. Statues. Fountains. Suits of armor. Original painting, one of them a van Gogh. Stained-glass windows. Household staff in formal uniform. I kept expecting to come across a flock of peacocks roaming the halls, or maybe a pet cheetah in a diamond-studded collar.
Jim ButcherI checked my gear, my pockets, my shoelaces, and realized that I had crossed the line between making sure I was ready and trying to postpone the inevitable.
Jim ButcherMister didn't come with me on cases, being above such trivial matters, but he found me pleasant company when I was at home and not moving around too much, except when he didn't, in which case he went rambling
Jim ButcherTags: cats
Hell's bells, Morty," I said. "Next you'll be telling me that I didn't even meet his shade. That I deluded myself into deluding myself into deluding him into deluding me that I made the whole thing up.
Jim Butcher... she bowed just low enough to draw the young man's [Daniel Carpenter] eyes to her décolletage. He flushed and looked away sternly. After a second.
Tough to blame the kid. I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe.
Tags: hormones
Mort drove one of those little hybrid cars that, when not running on gasoline, was fueled by idealism. It was made out of crepe paper and duct tape and boasted a computer system that looked like it could have run the NYSE and NORAD, with enough attention left over to play tic-tac-toe. Or possibly Global Thermonuclear War.
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