The Legions have a long tradition, boys. You march hard and fast and show up in places where no one expects you – and then you go to work.” He grinned. “And you do it all carrying a hundred pounds of gear made by whoever did it for the least coin – but every one of those slives gets paid better than you! It’s tradition!
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.
What was the point in all the fighting with gauntlets if they were only going to stop fighting the moment the outnumbered fools decided the fight was over? Rowl flicked his tail in exasperation. Humans.
You know, I believe it is possible to reference something other than Star Wars, boss.” I narrowed my eyes in Muppetly wisdom. “That is why you fail.
Just keep the shirt clean,” Susan muttered. “No problem. I can wipe my fingers on the cummerbund.” “I can’t take you anywhere,” Susan said.
There’s more magic in a baby’s first giggle than in any firestorm a wizard can conjure up, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can’t weave together a spell that you don’t believe in.
Truth does not become untruth simply because its existence upsets the scion of a High House.
Shame, child, is for those who fail to live up to the ideal of what they believe they should be.
I do business with many people over the course of centuries, and treachery is a bad long-term investment. It simply isn’t good business.
I felt like a collection of complaints and malfunctions.
That’s so typical. You won’t steal a baby, but you’re too lazy to conjugate.
Dead before the sun rises, I said. Stars, Bob, why don’t you just go over the melodramatic edge and tell me that I’m going to be sleeping with the fishes?
I can’t tell you how many jobs I’ve done without a hitch since the last time I saw you, Dresden. You walk through the door and everything goes to hell.” “That’s embroidered on my towels, actually,” I said.
I slip into the archaic at dramatically appropriate moments. So sue me.
It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy.
But I’ve noticed that people got the most irrational whenever family was around – while simultaneously losing their ability to distinguish reason from insanity. I call it familial dementia.
Harry,” Bob said. “Stars and skies, you’re all right!” He hesitated for a second, and then said, “And looking grim. Even dressed in boxers with yellow duckies on them.” I glanced down, and did my best to picture a vampire wearing boxers with yellow duckies. Or a wizard wearing yellow duckies, for that matter.
Death is as light as a feather, duty heavier than a spire.
But even with centuries of experience, I doubted any of them had ever been hit with a water balloon. Or with a holy-water balloon, either.
Dammit, man. I’m a Faerie Princess, not a forensic analyst.” I.