Thwart," I said. "To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person." "I'm pretty sure that isn't the definition." Sarissa said. "It is today.
Jim ButcherKincaid, evidently exhausted himself, drew a gun, took the safety off, placed it on his chest, and went to sleep too. "It's cute," I whispered to Murphy. "He has a teddy Glock.
Jim ButcherEvery soul is special. Theyโre all beautiful. Theyโre all far more significant than anyone on this rock realizes. I think when people are at their best, theyโre acting in accordance with their soul. The ones who have gone bad donโt have bad souls. Theyโve just given up on keeping in touch with them.
Jim Butcher