Grave Peril (The Dresden Files, #3)

by Jim Butcher

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn’t ever really worked for me. I think it’s had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.

“Oh, Jesus,” I whispered. “Son of a bitch.” “He didn’t mean it, Lord,” Michael said.

The skull swung around to Michael and Thomas. “Excuse me. Have either of you told Harry what a brainless plan this is?” Thomas raised his hand. “I did. It didn’t do much good.” Bob rolled his eyelights. “It never does. So help me, Dresden, if you die I’m going to be very annoyed.

What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what’s coming around.” He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. “And sometimes you are what’s coming around.