Turn Coat (The Dresden Files, #11)

by Jim Butcher

Like “love,” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

You don’t ever get to know for sure what someone thinks of you. What they really feel inside.”

“I promise that I’ll be beside you,” I said. “I can’t promise anything else. Only that I’ll stand beside you for as long as I can.”

“Aren’t I a little old to be an apprentice?” “Stop learning, start dying,” Ebenezar said, in the tone of a man quoting a bedrock-firm maxim. “You’re never too old to learn.”