Cold Days (The Dresden Files, #14)

by Jim Butcher

Build a man a fire and he’s warm for a day,” I said. “But set a man on fire and he’s warm for the rest of his life.

About thirty feet from the door, Molly abruptly stopped in her tracks and said, “Harry.” I paused and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide. She said, “I sense …” I narrowed my eyes. “Say it. You know you want to say it.” “It is not a disturbance in the Force,” she said, her voice half-exasperated.

“Okay. So what do you think these Outsiders are doing?” I shrugged. “I’m almost certain they aren’t selling Girl Scout cookies. But don’t quote me.” “Don’t worry; I hardly ever want to sound clueless.

“The jerk was kind enough to give me some fresh cuttings from my friends,” I said. “I’m going to use them to track him down and thwart him.” “Thwart?” Sarissa asked. “Thwart,” I said. “To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person.” “I’m pretty sure that isn’t the definition,” Sarissa said.