Small Favor (The Dresden Files, #10)

by Jim Butcher

“Right,” Thomas said. “Where are we headed?” “To where they treat me like royalty,” I said. “We’re going to Burger King?” I rubbed the heel of my hand against my forehead and spelled fratricide in a subvocal mutter,

Then I realized why I was angry at Michael. I had wanted him to come flying in like Superman and solve my problems, and he’d let me down. We’re always disappointed when we find out someone else has human limits, the same as we do. It’s stupid for us to feel that way, and we really ought to know better, but that doesn’t seem to slow us down.