There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“I stared at MacFinn for a long moment. I believed that he was telling me the truth. That he didn’t have much control, if… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“So you really could die. Your godmother is right, you know. You are mad as a hatter. Nutty as a fruitcake.” “Crazy like a… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“I knew I didn't have much of a chance of getting away from that swarm of fae piranha, but it was an infinitely larger… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“I told you," Molly said, never looking toward me. "It's in the past. Leave it there." "You listening to my head, kiddo?" Her mouth… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“Look,” I said. “Me and the island are . . . kind of partners.” “Oh, right,” Thomas said. He looked at Karrin and said, “Harry’s a geosexual.” — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“I swear , this stupid town. Why does every hideous supernatural thing that happens happen here ? I'm gone for a few months and… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
Well. We’ll just have to hope that this wasn’t a loup-garou, I guess.” “If it was a louper, you’d know,” Bob said wisely. “In… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“I'm going to use them to track him down and thwart him." "Thwart?" Sarissa asked. "Thwart." I said. "To prevent someone from accomplishing something… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“But you can't go around changing your definition of right and wrong (or smart and stupid) just because doing the wrong thing happens to… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“Not everyone can be equally right, Harry.” “But believe you me, everyone can be equally wrong,” I said.” — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
