Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera.
Jim ButcherHer flawless pale skin was also spangled with gemstones. I don't know how they'd been attached, but they clung to her and sent little flashes of color glittering around the cavern when she moved. They were concentrated most densely around her ... well ... She'd been, ah, vajazzled.
Jim ButcherAll right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight.
Jim Butcher