You destroy buildings, fight monsters openly in the streets of the city, work with the police, show up in newspapers, advertise in the phone book, and ride zombie dinosaurs down Michigan Avenue, and think that you work in the shadows? Be reasonable.
I finished the beer and sighed. “Arrogance,” I said. “I feel stupid.” “Good,” Michael said. “It’s good for everyone to feel that way sometimes. It helps remind you how much you still have to learn.
No,” she said. “You are not Patrick Swayze. I am not Demi Moore.” She touched a switch on the little box and it started ticking. “And this sure as hell isn’t pottery class.
That was the damnedest thing about these demonic collaborator types. Even though they didn’t work out and practice, they still got to run faster than we dedicated roadsters who actually sweated and strained for our ability to haul ass. Jerks.
My wallet was getting even more anorexic than usual. At this rate I wouldn’t be able to afford to protect mankind from the perils of black magic. Hells bells, that would be really embarrassing.
You need a prostate to understand,” I said.
We had reached the doors to my suite, which still felt awkward to say, even in my own head. My suite. Guys like me don’t have suites. We have lairs.
No one was standing in the shadows smoking a cigarette or looking about with a shifty-eyed gaze. I couldn’t see anyone quickly hiding a bloody knife behind his back or twirling a moustache, either. That ruled out the Dudley Do-Right approach to finding the killer.
The stupid part is that he isn’t interested in... in getting serious. We get along. We have fun together. For him, that’s enough. And it’s so stupid for me to get hung up on him.
Stop learning, start dying.
Lots of things are more than what they seem in a purely physical sense.
My imagination needs therapy.
Open eyes are of little use when the mind behind them is closed.
Thwart: to prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person.
I moved my feet in a vague shuffle, and remembered somewhere that when you walked, you moved them alternately. This improved our progress considerably.
Which man, Fitz?” I asked quietly.
It isn’t complicated. You just open up and let someone in. And whatever comes after that, you face it together.
There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn’t shown up or spoken to me for more than a year.
Form up,” I murmured, because it sounded more military and tougher than saying, “You guys go first.
One thing you can count on when visiting the Nevernever: you don’t ever get bored.