Oh, I get it," I said. "You're Evil Harry, lurking inside Good Harry. Right? And you only come out at night?
Jim ButcherThe past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.
Jim ButcherHe seemed to be at that most dangerous of ages, where strength, skill, and confidence met naïveté and idealism; when young men skilled at the crafts of violence could be manipulated into employing those skills with brutal efficiency--and without questions.
Jim Butcher