We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.
Jim ButcherHospital waits are bad ones. The fact that they happen to pretty much all of us, sooner or later, doesn't make them any less hideous.
Jim Butcher