...The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue. This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day. I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me. 'I'm not dead!' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead!' - Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.

We've both got into the blue beetle. He got into the red door, I got into the white one.

Unicorns," I said. "Very dangerous. You go first.

There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.

Death is only frightening from the near side.

Molly was arrested. Possession.” I blinked at him. “She was possessed?