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So," he said. "Mab." I grunted vaguely in reply. "You hit that," Sanya said. ↗

— Jim Butcher

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Not sure. Using it is trickier than most people think," I said. "You've got to keep it from drying out, and you've got to get it undiluted. It was raining, so if someone wanted my blood, they'd have had to get to it pretty quick - and it looked like Sith was keeping them busy." "Sith?" Butters asked. "Not what you're thinking," I said. "Oh," he said, clearly disappointed. ↗

— Jim Butcher

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Why?" I demanded of her. "Why bring the child into this? Why not just come straight to me?" "Does it matter at this point?" I shrugged. "Not really. I'm curious." She stared at me for a moment and then she smiled. "You don't know." I eyed her warily. "Don't know what?" "Dear boy," she said. "This was never about you." I scowled. "I don't understand." "Obviously," Arianna said, and gave me a stunning smile. "Die confused. ↗

— Jim Butcher

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Even in winter, the cold isn't always bitter, and not every day is cruel. ↗

— Jim Butcher

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You can't plan for everything or you never get started in the first place. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#getting-started #planning #change

We're all so damned fragile. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#fragility #human-frailties #change

Sheep can befriend a hungry wolf only for briefly. ↗

— Jim Butcher

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Thomas took a slow breath. His silver eyes grew even brighter. It was creepy as hell and fascinating. "I was hoping you knew a good spot. I sure as hell can't take him to my place." Molly's voice sharpened. "I don't even have a place," she said. "I still live at my parents' house." "Less whining," Thomas said, his voice cool. "More telling me a place to take him where he won't be killed. ↗

— Jim Butcher

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All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight. I'm instituting a rule: When you're within sight of me, mortals are off-limits." I paused for a moment to let that sink in. Then I continued. "I can't give you orders. I can't control what you do in your own domains. I'm not going to be able to change you. I'm not even going to try. But if I see you abusing a mortal, you'll join Chunky here. Zero warnings. Zero excuses. Subzero tolerance." I paused again and then asked, "Any questions?" One of the Sidhe smirked and stepped forward, his leather pants creaking. He opened his mouth, his expression condescending. "Mortal, do you actually think that you can - " "Infriga!" I snarled, unleashing Winter again, and without waiting for the cloud to clear, hurled the second strike, shouting, "Forzare!" This time I aimed much of the force up. Grisly bits of frozen Sidhe noble cam pattering and clattering down to the ice of the dance floor. When the mist cleared, the Sidhe looked...stunned Even Maeve. "I'm glad you asked me that," I said to the space where the Sidhe lord had been standing. "I hope my answer clarified any misunderstandings." I looked left and right, seeking out eyes, but didn't find any willing to meet mine. "Are there any other questions? ↗

— Jim Butcher

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Mac folded his arms on the bar and looked at me intently and said, in a resonant baritone, "You've got to be very careful, Harry." I looked at him, shocked. He'd...used grammar. ↗

— Jim Butcher

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