Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.

Uh, the Council," I said. "Big shock, they aren't helping." Murphy looked like she might be asleep, but she snorted. "So we're on our own." Yeah." Good. It's more familiar.

You know the law, Dresden." "He who kills the cheer springs for beer," chanted the rest of the table.

Regardless of what I think about Islam or Wicca or any other religion, the fact is that it's a group of people. Every faith has its ceremonies. And since it's made up of people, every faith also has its assholes.

All of those faeries and duels and mad queens and so on, and no one quoted old Billy Shakespeare. Not even once.

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.

If you can't stop the bad thoughts from coming to visit, at least you can make fun of them while they're hanging around.