All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight.

You never get a straight answer from captains. You should know that by now.

As in 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'?" The skull howled with laughter. "You just got your ass handed to you by a nursery tale?""I wouldn't say they handed me my ass," I said.Bob was nearly strangling on his laughter, and given that he had no lungs it seemed gratuitous somehow. "That's because you can't see yourself," he choked out. "Your nose is all swollen up and you've got two black eyes. You look like a raccoon. Holding a dislocated ass.

I kept a straight face while my inner Neanderthal spluttered and then went on a mental rampage through a hypothetical produce section, knocking over shelves and spattering fruit everywhere in sheer frustration, screaming, 'JUST TELL ME WHOSE SKULL TO CRACK WITH MY CLUB, DAMMIT!

The only good thing about having your back to the wall is that it makes it really easy to choose which way you're going to go.

It always shocked me how you could understand so many things and be such a complete idiot about so many others.

I just stood there staring, because while I've seen a lot of weird things, I hadn't ever seen that.