I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.
Jim Butcher
You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles!
A succubus on the set. Strike that, the health-conscious kid sister made it two… succubuses. Succubusees? Succubi? Stupid Latin correspondence course.
I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.
But the only way never to do the wrong thing is never to do anything.
It came charging toward me, several hundred pounds of angry-looking monster, and I did the only thing any reasonable wizard could have done.I turned around and ran like hell.
I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.
We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.
Don't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?
I'm dealing with a lot of scary things. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane.
If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.
Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.
Knowledge is the ultimate weapon. It always has been.
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