Hello Angel,'Michael rumbled, and leaned over to give the woman a kiss on the cheek. She accepted it with all the loving tolerance of a Komodo dragon. 'Don't you hello angel me. Do you know what I had to go through to find a baby-sitter, get all the way out here, get the money together and then get the sword back for you?
Jim ButcherWhatever you do, do it for love. If you keep to that, your path will never wander so far from the light that you can never return.
Jim ButcherI lunged, low and quick, and drove about a foot of cold steel into his danglies. Hey, I don't care what kind of fearie or mortal or hideous creature you are. If you've got danglies, and can loose them, that's the kind of sight that makes you reconsider the possible genitalia-related ramifications of your actions real damned quick.
Jim ButcherIโve often wished that I had some suave and socially acceptable hobby that I could fall back on in times like this. You know, play the violin (or was it the viola) like Sherlock Holmes, or maybe twiddle away on the pipe organ like the Disney version of Captain Nemo. But I donโt. Iโm sort of the arcane equivalent of a classic computer geek. I do magic, in one form or another, and thatโs pretty much it. I really need to get a life, one of these days
Jim ButcherHere's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.
Jim ButcherI always considered myself a loner. I mean, not like a poor-me, Byron-esque, I-should-have-brought-a-swimming-buddy loner. I mean the sort of person who doesnโt feel too upset about the prospect of a weekend spent seeing no one, and reading good books on the couch. It wasnโt like I was a people hater or anything. I enjoyed activities and the company of friends. But they were a side dish. I always thought I would be happy without them.
Jim Butcher