“You want to play head games?" Molly snarled, her blue eyes blazing. "Let's go.” — Jim Butcher Dresden files Copy Share Image
“Ah, yes, a savage. Of the famous Chromotonsorial Cahokian Goth tribe.” — Jim Butcher Savage Copy Share Image
There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic. — Jim Butcher Dresden files Copy Share Image
“Fear is really quite tedious. She wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible.” — Jim Butcher Courage Copy Share Image
Just like credit card companies, or those student loan people. Now there's evil for you. — Jim Butcher Cards Copy Share Image
“For the good of the people, some must place themselves in harm’s way. Some must pledge their courage and their lives to… — Jim Butcher Courage Copy Share Image
“I sidestepped the vampire's rush, and drove my half of the former blasting rod down at its back, Buffy-like. Maybe it works… — Jim Butcher Buffy Copy Share Image
“I tried not to be too obviously interested, and fumbled my notebook and trusty pencil from my duster’s pocket.” — Jim Butcher Fumbled Copy Share Image
“So I, uh, sort of threw myself out of the passenger seat of a moving car. Don’t look at me like that.… — Jim Butcher Passenger seat Copy Share Image
“ When you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you've done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your… — Jim Butcher Ashamed Copy Share Image
I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear,… — Jim Butcher Battle Copy Share Image
He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might… — Jim Butcher Kill me Copy Share Image
I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also… — Jim Butcher Boobs Copy Share Image
“My double snorted. “That’s good. That really is, the banter thing. I can’t do the banter very well. Maybe that’s why you’re… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
Maybe,” he said in a slow, rural drawl, “you could explain to me why I found you in the middle of an… — Jim Butcher Found 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 Bob-the-skull Copy Share Image
“She frowned at me. "You need some rest. You look like hell. And you're obviously tired enough to have gotten the giggles."… — Jim Butcher Harry dresden Copy Share Image
“No, Bob. Just no. For crying out loud. She's seventeen. Better move quick, then, Bob said. Before anything starts to droop. Taste… — Jim Butcher Seventeen Copy Share Image
“I could give you peace. Imagine closing your eyes with no worries, no pain, no fears, no regrets, no appetites, and no… — Jim Butcher Closing your eyes Copy Share Image
There're things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things… — Jim Butcher Hidden Copy Share Image
“It isn't a club," I said calmly. "It's a walking stick." "Six feet long." "It's traditional Ozark folk art." "With dents and… — Jim Butcher Folk art Copy Share Image
“Just then, Toot buzzed back into the apartment from somewhere. He zipped in frantic, dizzying circles, starting at the point he'd last… — jim butcher Dresden files Copy Share Image
“And they have a problem with Dresden, I take it?" Murphy asked. "Wanna kill him or something. I don't know," Thomas said,… — Jim Butcher Dresden files Copy Share Image
I grunted. It's something I picked up over a fifteen-year career in law enforcement. Men have managed to create a complex and… — Jim Butcher Able Copy Share Image
Right,' Thomas said. 'Where are we headed?' 'To where they treat me like royalty,' I said. 'We're going to Burger King?' I… — Jim Butcher Burger king Copy Share Image
“I set things down and locked up my wards and the heavy steel door I’d had installed after a big, bad demon… — Jim Butcher Living room Copy Share Image
Screw up my life?" He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, "I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical… — Jim Butcher Arms Copy Share Image
“This isn’t going to work,” Justine murmured. “It is going to work ,” I told her, keeping my tone confident. “We’ll breeze… — Jim Butcher Dresden files Copy Share Image
