Predator is not property,” Grimm said in a calm, level tone. “She is not my possession. She is my home. Her crew are not my employees. They are my family. And if you threaten to take my home and destroy the livelihood of my family again, Commodore, I will be inclined to kill you where you stand.
Build a man a fire and he’s warm for a day,” I said. “But set a man on fire and he’s warm for the rest of his life. Tao of Pratchett.
I mean, go figure. You prepare your home for an assault and you don’t take zombies into consideration. I’d fallen victim to one of the other classic blunders, along with not getting involved in a land war in Asia and never going in against a Sicilian when death was on the line.
And if I was to die, I was not going to go out in a gibbering heap of terror.
You know he’s not going to honor the truce,” I said quietly. “He’s going to try to take me out somewhere along the line. He’s going to betray me.” “Of course,” she said. “I expect superior, more creative treachery on your part.
I have been beaten, but I have not yielded. I’m not going to start yielding now.
Wars and plans can’t coexist, sir. One of them kills the other.
If I ever invade Calderon again,” he said, “it will be in the summer.
What can I say? I put the ‘ick’ in ‘magic’.
I now had two handy shafts of wood with jagged, pointy ends. I stepped between Inari and the nearest vampire and passed her one broken half of the rod. “Here,” I said. “If you get the chance, make like Buffy.
Think where you are, sir Knight,” Nicodemus said, his mouth quirking up into a mocking smile. “The Underworld is a prison for souls. Do you think yours is so great as to escape it?” “I am not great,” Michael said quietly. “But God is.
I secured a doughnut and coffee. I checked with Karrin and Valmont. Neither wanted to save the doughnuts from Nicodemus’s corruptive influence. Not everyone can be a crusader like me.
You aren’t explaining it very well.” “Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe you aren’t learning it very well.
You couldn’t guess at a breed to look at him, but at least one of his parents must have been a wooly mammoth.
If you want to live, if you want your friends and family to live, I expect you to do more than survive it,” Mab said, sweeping out. “I expect you to skin them alive.
Mouse isn’t big. He’s compactly challenged.
Man sees faces. Sees skin. Flags. Membership lists. Files. God sees hearts.
Grimm frowned. “Ah. Um. Am I in any danger?” “You’re dead as a stone, man!” “I am?” “Yes. No, actually, not even remotely, but for purposes of this conversation, yes.
I have a problem with creepy, dead, poisonous things. So sue me.
The only thing certain in life is change.