Blood Rites (The Dresden Files, #6)

by Jim Butcher

“An errand is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is not getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo.” “Next time take

Thomas was an annoying wiseass who tended to make everyone he met want to kill him, and when I have that much in common with someone, I can’t help but like him a little. It wouldn’t hurt

“You always a wiseass?” “No. Sometimes I’m asleep.” He took a pair

“Oh, what would you like on your vegetarian pizza?” “Dead pigs and cows,” I said. She glanced up at me and wrinkled her nose. “They’re vegetarians,” I said defensively. She looked skeptical. “With all the hormones and things they put in meats, you know that they’re having a number of very bad effects on you. Right? Do you know the kind of long-term damage fatty meats can do to your intestinal tract?” “I choose to exercise my status as an apex predator. And I laugh in the face of cholesterol.” “With an attitude

“You can have everything in the world, but if you don’t have love, none of it means crap,” he said promptly.

“Love is patient. Love is kind. Love always forgives, trusts, supports, and endures. Love never fails. When every star in the heavens grows cold, and when silence lies once more on the face of the deep, three things will endure: faith, hope, and love.” “And the greatest

When kind men grow angry, things are about to change. “Have you any

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