Peace Talks (The Dresden Files, #16)

by Jim Butcher

“You’ve put your feet in the water and you think you know the ocean.

Sometimes the best defense is a T. rex.

“Only the young think being called old is an insult,” I said, still smiling. “I am what I am, regardless of what anyone calls it. No one can change it, regardless of what anyone calls it. And it mostly means that nothing has managed to kill me yet.”

I made it to the buffet without causing any major diplomatic incidents, which for me is remarkable.

Thanks, imagination. I didn’t have enough problems, so I really appreciate you making up another one just to keep me on my toes.

Looking back, that was the moment everything started to change.

“Freydis,” Murphy said, not unkindly, “fuck off.” Freydis looked back and forth between us, frowned, and said, “Fucking off, ma’am.”