The fire of my tribulations had not simply been pain to be endured. It had been an agent of transformation. After all that I'd been through, I'd changed. Not for the worse, I was pretty sure--at least not yet. But only a moron or a freaking lunatic could have faced the things I had and remained unfazed by them.
Jim ButcherBut I am dead certain--ba-dump-bump-ching--that I'm the first guy to lead an army of spirits in an assault from the spirit-world side...and had them start off screaming, "BOO!
Jim ButcherPansy," Murphy sneered. Thomas leered at her. "You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.
Jim ButcherAh. Medieval-style ransom.โ Toot looked confused. โHe did run some, but I stopped him, my lord. Like, just now. In front of you. Right over there.โ There were several conspicuous sounds behind me, the loudest from my apprentice, and I turned to eye everyone else. They were all either covering smiles or holding them backโ poorly. โHey, peanut gallery,โ I said. โThis isnโt as easy as Iโm making it look.โ โYouโre doing fine,โ Karrin said, her eyes twinkling. I sighed. โCome on, Toot,โ I said, and walked over to Hook.
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