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 ButcherYou know the law, Dresden." "He who kills the cheer springs for beer," chanted the rest of the table.
Jim ButcherNay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.
Jim Butcher