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  • #1
    Jim Butcher
    “I know it's not thematically in tune with my new job and all, but I find it effective. Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day," I say. "But set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. Tao of Pratchett. I live by it.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #2
    Jim Butcher
    “Everything was perfectly healthy and normal here in Denial Land.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #3
    Jim Butcher
    “Honest. It's almost always best to go with honest. It means you never have to worry about getting your story straight.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #4
    Jim Butcher
    “Thwart," I said. "To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person."

    "I'm pretty sure that isn't the definition." Sarissa said.

    "It is today.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #5
    Jim Butcher
    “I kept a straight face while my inner Neanderthal spluttered and then went on a mental rampage through a hypothetical produce section, knocking over shelves and spattering fruit everywhere in sheer frustration, screaming, 'JUST TELL ME WHOSE SKULL TO CRACK WITH MY CLUB, DAMMIT!”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #6
    Jim Butcher
    “Wait. You work for me?"
    "I prefer to think of it as managing your incompetence.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #7
    Jim Butcher
    “There's always, always a choice. My options might really, truly suck, but that doesn't mean there isn't a choice.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #8
    Jim Butcher
    “I slammed the water off hard enough to make it clack, got out of the shower, dried, and started getting dressed in a fresh set of secondhand clothes.
    “Why do you wear those?” asked Lacuna.
    I jumped, stumbled, and shouted half of a word to a spell, but since I was only halfway done putting on my underwear, I mostly just fell on my naked ass.
    “Gah!” I said. “Don’t do that!”
    My miniature captive came to the edge of the dresser and peered down at me.
    “Don’t ask questions?”
    “Don’t come in here all quiet and spooky and scare me like that!”
    “You’re six times my height, and fifty times my weight,” Lacuna said gravely. “And I’ve agreed to be your captive. You don’t have any reason to be afraid.”
    “Not afraid,” I snapped back. “Startled. It isn’t wise to startle a wizard!”
    “Why not?”
    “Because of what could happen!”
    “Because they might fall down on the floor?”
    “No!” I snarled.
    Lacuna frowned and said, “You aren’t very good at answering questions.” I started shoving myself into my clothes. “I’m starting to agree with you.”
    “So why do you wear those?” I blinked.
    “Yes. You don’t need them unless it’s cold or raining.”
    “You’re wearing clothes.”
    “I am wearing armor. For when it is raining arrows. Your T-shirt will not stop arrows.”
    “No, it won’t.” I sighed.
    Lacuna peered at my shirt. “Aer-O-Smith. Arrowsmith. Does the shirt belong to your weapon dealer?”
    “Then why do you wear the shirt of someone else’s weapon dealer?” That was frustrating in so many ways that I could avoid a stroke only by refusing to engage. “Lacuna,” I said, “humans wear clothes. It’s one of the things we do. And as long as you are in my service, I expect you to do it as well.”
    “Because if you don’t, I  .  .  . I  .  .  . might pull your arms out of your sockets.” At that, she frowned. “Why?”
    “Because I have to maintain discipline, don’t I?”
    “True,” she said gravely. “But I have no clothes.”
    I counted to ten mentally. “I’ll  .  .  . find something for you. Until then, no desocketing. Just wear the armor. Fair enough?” Lacuna bowed slightly at the waist. “I understand, my lord.”
    “Good.” I sighed. I flicked a comb through my wet hair, for all the good it would do, and said, “How do I look?” “Mostly human,” she said.
    “That’s what I was going for.”
    “You have a visitor, my lord.”
    I frowned. “What?”
    “That is why I came in here. You have a visitor waiting for you.”
    I stood up, exasperated. “Why didn’t you say so?”
    Lacuna looked confused. “I did. Just now. You were there.” She frowned thoughtfully. “Perhaps you have brain damage.”
    “It would not shock me in the least,” I said.
    “Would you like me to cut open your skull and check, my lord?” she asked.
    Someone that short should not be that disturbing. “I  .  .  . No. No, but thank you for the offer.”
    “It is my duty to serve,” Lacuna intoned.
    My life, Hell’s bells.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #9
    Jim Butcher
    “Because even if they are doing something immoral, I'd be an idiot to start criticizing them for it if I wasn't perfect myself. Smoking is self-destructive. Drinking is self-destructive. Losing your temper and yelling at people is wrong. Lying is wrong. Cheating is wrong. Stealing is wrong. But people do that stuff all the time. Soon as I figure out how to be a perfect human being, then I'm qualified to go lecture other people about how they live their lives.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #10
    Jim Butcher
    “I read an article once that said that when women have a conversation, they're communicating on five levels. They follow the conversation that they're actually having, the conversation that is specifically being avoided, the tone being applied to the overt conversation, the buried conversation that is being covered only in subtext, and finally the other person's body language.
    That is, on many levels, astounding to me. I mean, that's like having a freaking superpower. When I, and most other people with a Y chromosome, have a conversation, we're having a conversation. Singular. We're paying attention to what is being said, considering that, and replying to it. All these other conversations that have apparently been booing on for the last several thousand years? I didn't even know that they existed until I read that stupid article, and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one.
    So, ladies, if you ever have some conversation with your boyfriend or husband or brother or male friend, and you are telling him something perfectly obvious, and he comes away from it utterly clueless? I know it's tempting to thing to yourself, 'The man can't possibly be that stupid!'
    But yes. Yes, he can.
    Our innate strengths just aren't the same. We are the mighty hunters, who are good at focusing on one thing at a time. For crying out loud, we have to turn down the radio in the car if we suspect we're lost and need to figure out how to get where we're going. That's how impaired we are. I'm telling you, we have only the one conversation. Maybe some kind of relationship veteran like Michael Carpenter can do two, but that's pushing the envelope. Five simultaneous conversations? Five?
    Shah. That just isn't going to happen. At least, not for me.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days