She studied my face for a long minute. "Are you going to help my mom?" It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren't that simple, that some questions don't have simple answers--or any answer at all?
Jim ButcherHere had lived someone else who knew that the only thing waiting at home was a sense of loneliness. Sometimes it is comforting. Most often, it isn't.
Jim ButcherWhere is your unit?" Murphy asked. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Right where it's always been, dollface.
Jim ButcherYou don't go walking into the proverbial lion's den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.
Jim Butcher