“I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.” — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“Epic sex?" I sputtered. "By what standards, precisely, is sex judged to be epic?" "And tons and tons of mortal simps like… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“Back to my apartment? The FBI is there just waiting to slap handcuffs on me." "Well then I guess you shouldn't have… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“Rip her dress off!” Bob shouted. Bob the Skull takes paperback romances very seriously. The next page turned so quickly that he… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
