The very sound of Creation still echoes throughout the vast darkness: The universe remembers.
These evil freaks,” Karrin said. “They always pick the most charming places to hang out.
You are the help.” “We’re in trouble,” I said.
We are as the dead,” Sha said. “Our purpose is to dedicate our lives to the service of our lord. And, when it is necessary, to surrender those lives. When we become what we are, we lose our lives – our names, our family, our homes, and our honour. All that remains is our lord.
How do i do this?
Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought. I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts.
I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, “The only people who never hurt are dead.
People are likely to do the most ridiculously illogical things for the most incomprehensible of reasons.
I hope you’re one of the good guys, Mr. Dresden. We really need a good guy. I.
But mostly, it ends badly when wizards try to stay too close to their kin.
Good man always stands against that.
Harry Dresden, Winter Knight, Targets Slain, No Barbecues, Waterslides, or Fireworks Displays.
Ma’am, the way this usually works is that I ask you a question, and then you tell me a lie. If you give me a dishonest answer before I have the chance to ask the question, it offends my sense of propriety.” Her.
Such hats often signified humans who considered themselves important, which was adorable for the first few moments and trying ever after.
Whatever the reason, I’m happy to remember the time we had.
I look at things and think about them,′ Folly replied. ‘And use my intuition, of course, and deduction and induction, as well as any historical or theoretical models that seem to apply.
Knowledge counters fear. It always has.
I don’t trust electronics. Anything manufactured after the forties is suspect – and doesn’t seem to have much liking for me. You name it: cars, radios, telephones, TVs, VCRs – none of them seem to behave well for me.
A tumbleweed went rolling by in the street. I’m not even kidding. An actual, literal tumbleweed. Man, Oklahoma.
She kissed me again, and I returned it in kind, and it was a liquid, smooth thing, as restrained and desperate as the near-still surface of a rushing river.