Turn Coat (The Dresden Files, #11)

by Jim Butcher

I like to stay cozy with my paranoia, not pass her around to my friends and family.

If you can’t stop the bad thoughts from coming to visit, at least you can make fun of them while they’re hanging around.

An intercom on the wall near the camera clicked and buzzed. “He’s got a point,” said Rawlin’s voice. “I can’t see it all from here. Move him a couple of feet to the left and give me about thirty more seconds before you start on his nads. I’m making popcorn.”

Morgan was right: you can’t win them all. But that doesn’t mean that you give up. Not ever. Morgan never said that part—he was too busy living it.