Kids. You gotta love them. I adore children. A little salt, a squeeze of lemon--perfect.
Jim ButcherTag: humor kids dresden storm_front
I don't care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching--they are your family.
Jim ButcherTag: friendship friends family dresden
Please, help me. Young werewolves in love. I turned to walk into the house, moving carefully.
I had never much believed in God. Well, that's not quite true. I believed that there was a God, or something close enough to it to warrant the name if there were demons, there had to be angels, right? If there was a Devil, somewhere, there had to be a God. But He
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Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.
Jim ButcherThere's power in the night. There's terror in the darkness. Despite all our accumulated history, learning, and experience, we remember. We remember times when we were too small to reach the light switch on the wall, and when darkness itself was enough to make us cry out in fear....
Jim ButcherTag: harry-dresden dresden dresden-files jim-butcher turn-coat
He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket.
Jim ButcherTag: gandalf harry up crack thomas jim dresden butcher back backup raith
Dresden war eine wunderbare Stadt, voller Kunst und Geschichte und trotzdem kein von sechshundertfünfzigtausend Dresdnern zufällig bewohntes Museum. Die Vergangenheit und die Gegenwart lebten miteinander im Einklang. Eigentlich müßte es heißen: im Zweiklang. Und mit der Landschaft zusammen, mit der Elbe, den Brücken, den Hügelhängen, den Wäldern und mit den Gebirgen am Horizont, ergab sich sogar ein Dreiklang. Geschichte, Kunst und Natur schwebten über Stadt und Tal, vorn Meißner Dom bis zum Großsedlitzer Schloßpark, wie ein von seiner eignen Harmonie bezauberter Akkord.
Erich KästnerTag: kindheit dresden als-ich-ein-kleiner-junge-war erich-kästner
She looked up at me with a polite smile, her dark hair long and appealing...I liked the smile.
Maybe I didn't look like a beaten-up bum. Maybe on me it just looked ruggedly determined.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said, "but the addiction counseling center is on twenty-six."
Sigh.
Tag: dresden dresdenish
I was doing the new Summer Lady a favor, running down a rogue
storm sylph. Got to go all over the place in those tornado-chaser
geekmobiles. You should have seen the look on the driver's face when he
realized that the tornado was chasing us.
Whatever happened to "Ia, Ia, Cthulu fthtagn"? ... No one has a sense of style anymore
-Harry Dresden
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