Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you?" Butters replied. "I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There's snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That's like asking for an ironically broken neck.
Jim ButcherIt doesn't make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It's what you do with it that matters.
Jim ButcherMy hair had grown out long and shaggy—not in that sexy-young-rock-star kind of way but in that time-to-take-Rover-to-the-groomer kind of way.
Jim Butcher