#dresden

Thank God for wisecracks. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #humor

The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #leanansidhe #humor

Do you have a little white dress? I've had this deep-seated nurse fantasy about you, Murphy. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #karrin-murphy #women #humor

Rule number one of the wizarding business. Never let them see you sweat. People expect us to know things. It can be a big advantage. Don’t screw it up by looking like you’re as confused as everyone else. Bad for the image. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #business

Booya!" I shouted in pure triumph, the adrenaline turning my manly baritone into a rather terrified-sounding shriek. "What have you got for fiery beams of death, huh? You got nothing for fiery beam of death! Might as well go back to Atari, bug-boy, 'cause you don't got game enough for me! ↗

— Jim Butcher

#change

This creature serves you?" Sanya asked. "This one and about a hundred smaller ones. And five times that many part-timers I can call in once in awhile." I thought about it. "It isn't so much that they serve me as that we have a business arrangement that we all like. They help me out from time to time. I furnish them with regular pizza." "Which they...love," Sanya said. Toot spun in a dizzy, delighted circle on one heel, and fell onto his back with perfectly unself-conscious enthusiasm, his tummy sticking out as far as it could. He lay there for a moment, making happy, gurgling sounds. "Well," I said. "Yes." Sanya's eyes danced, though his face was sober. "You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#business

Knight takes Knight,” I called into the cloudy night air. “Check. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden