It rained toads the day the White Council came to town. by Jim Butcher

It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.

Jim Butcher

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He seemed to be at that most dangerous of ages, where strength, skill, and confidence met naïveté and idealism; when young men skilled at the crafts of violence could be manipulated into employing those skills with brutal efficiency--and without questions.

skills age men

I grunted. It's something I picked up over a fifteen-year career in law enforcement. Men have managed to create a complex and utterly impenetrable secret language consisting of monosyllabic sounds and partial words—and they are apparently too thick to realize it exists. Maybe they really are from Mars. I'd been able to learn a few Martian phrases over time, and one of the useful ones was the grunt that meant "I acknowledge that I've heard what you said; please continue.

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Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?" "Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding. "What was she doing here?" Max asked. "Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.

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For me chivalry isn't dead; it's an involuntary reflex. by Jim Butcher

For me chivalry isn't dead; it's an involuntary reflex.

involuntary reflexes chivalry

If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.

if-i-stay kill-me want

Give it to 'em!" Take 'em down!" First Aleran!" Kick their furry-... by Jim Butcher

Give it to 'em!" Take 'em down!" First Aleran!" Kick their furry--" Assault formation!

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Unicorns," I said. "Very dangerous. You go first. by Jim Butcher

Unicorns," I said. "Very dangerous. You go first.

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There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic... by Jim Butcher

There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.

dresden-files magic

Okay," Kincaid said. "Anyone have any questions?" "Why do they sell hot dogs in packages of ten but hot dog buns in packages of eight?

eight dog hot

I got the sneaking suspicion that the vampire was a couple of Pee... by Jim Butcher

I got the sneaking suspicion that the vampire was a couple of Peeps short of an Easter basket.

vampire couple easter

He wasn't evil as much as magnificently innocent of any kind of m... by Jim Butcher

He wasn't evil as much as magnificently innocent of any kind of morality.

morality kind evil

When I finally got tired of arguing with her and decided to write a novel as if I was some kind of formulaic, genre writing drone, just to prove to her how awful it would be, I wrote the first book of the Dresden Files.

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This is what it look like when it WORKS? by Jim Butcher

This is what it look like when it WORKS?

looks

My main source for faith-based stuff is mostly the Bible, and a childhood with a much, much higher-than-median exposure to theological thought.

childhood source stuff

I’ve often wished that I had some suave and socially acceptable hobby that I could fall back on in times like this. You know, play the violin (or was it the viola) like Sherlock Holmes, or maybe twiddle away on the pipe organ like the Disney version of Captain Nemo. But I don’t. I’m sort of the arcane equivalent of a classic computer geek. I do magic, in one form or another, and that’s pretty much it. I really need to get a life, one of these days

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I mean, we're all going to die. We know that on an intellectual level. We figure it out when we're still fairly young, and it scares us so badly that we convince ourselves we're immortal for more than a decade afterwards.

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You must be Warden Ramirez." This is the part where I got nervous. Ramirez loved women. Ramirez never shut up about women. Well, he never shut up about anything in general, but he'd go on and on about various conquests and feats of sexual athleticism and— "A virgin?" Lara blurted. Lara blurted. She turned her head to me, grey eyes several shades paler than they had been, and very wide. "Really, Harry, I'm not sure what to say. Is he a present?

shade eye goes-on

You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone. by Jim Butcher

You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone.

moose diseased

Life is easier when you can write off others as monsters, demon, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared the thing is you can't do that without becoming them, just a little.

monsters writing littles

Yeah, they look great, but that isn't a fantasy come true, Harry. That's a wood chipper in Playboy bunny clothing.

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