Turn Coat (The Dresden Files, #11)

by Jim Butcher

“He was wrong,” I said. “That doesn’t make him a villain. It just makes him an asshole. It isn’t reason enough to kill him.”

She was more cute than pretty, and looked like someone’s favorite aunt. Which seemed likely. She had a fairly large Irish Catholic family.

“I’ll have my cell phone on me. Try to call me before things start exploding.” “Maybe this time it’ll be different. Maybe I’ll work everything out through reason, diplomacy, dialogue, and mutual cooperation.” Thomas eyed me. I tried to look wounded. “It could happen.”

It looks like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, odds are it’s a damn duck.

“If a revolver was good enough for Indiana Jones,” I said, “it’s good enough for me.” “He was a fictional character, Harry.” Her mouth curved up in a small smile. “And he had a whip.”

“If you had, you’d realize what an incredible force you have working on your side.” “The A-Team?” “Bureaucracy,” Murphy said. “I would rather have the A-Team.”

“There is the world that should be,” he growled, “and the world that is. We live in one.” “And must create the other,” Ebenezar retorted, “if it is ever to be.”