Kincaid! Bolshevik Muppet!
I’m dealing with a lot of scary things. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane.
If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.
Ha-ha! Ah-hahahaha! I am wizard; hear me roar!
I’m brilliant as well as skilled,” he said modestly. “It’s a great burden, all of that on top of my angelic good looks. But I try to soldier on as best I can.
I’m trying to be diplomatic. The wisdom of my ass is well-known. If I didn’t lip off to them, after shooting my mouth off to faerie queens and Vampire Courts – plural, Courts – demigods and demon lords, they might get their feelings hurt.
Hell’s bells. I don’t call him the Fist of God as a pet name, folks.
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Tiny, but fierce!
Thank God for wisecracks.
Gruff,” I said, “I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what’s in a fae woman’s mind.
Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.
I choose my battles, Dresden. Not you.” She looked up at me calmly. “Let me put this in terms that will get through your skull: My friend is going to save a child from monsters. I’m going with him. That’s what friends do, Harry.
Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit witha ferocious smile. “Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard!” he shouted, pointing at Doroga. “He followed me home! Can we keep him?
So really, it was just as well that Godmother had caught up to me, in spite of my best efforts to avoid her. I’d hate to find out that the universe really wasn’t conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex.” -Harry.
If I stay, they’ll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won’t be taking it personally.
I’d gone with my usual option. I was running through long tunnels filled with demons and monsters and nightmares, because it was easier than going to the gym.
Murphy nodded, frowning at the road ahead of her. “The reason treachery is so reveiled,” she said in a careful tone of voice, “is because it usually comes from someone you didn’t think could possibly do such a thing.
Marcone’s scum, but he’s his own scum” -Harry Dresden.
I’d hate to find out that the universe really wasn’t conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex.