All right. Tell me what I'm looking at." From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, "A giant pair of cartoon lips." I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull's glowing orange eye sockets was visible. A big goofy magic nerd!" Bob said.
Jim ButcherAny time Iโm not shooting my mouth off to a clichรฉd, two-bit creature of the night like you, itโs because Iโm up to something.
Jim ButcherThe door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.
Jim ButcherHeโs being held prisoner on a ceramic-lined cookie sheet in the oven,โ Thomas said. โI figured he couldnโt jigger his way out of a bunch of steel, and it would give him something to think about before we start asking questions.โ โThatโs an awful thing to do to one of the Little Folk, man,โ I said. โIโm planning to start making a pie in front of him.โ โNice.โ โThank you.
Jim ButcherHe's Black Council," I said. "Or maybe stupid," Ebenezar countered. I thought about it. "Not sure which is scarier." Ebenezar blinked at me, then snorted. "Stupid, Hoss. Every time. Only so many blackhearted villains in the world, and they only get uppity on occasion. Stupid's everywhere, every day.
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