Grave Peril Quotes

“We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Holy shit," I breathed. "Hellhounds."
"Harry," Michael said sternly. "You know I hate it when you swear."
"You're right. Sorry. Holy shit," I breathed, "heckhounds.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“I still can't believe," Michael said, sotto voce, "that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“I don't know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“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.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“I'm amazing and studly, but I have limits.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“We've both got into the blue beetle. He got into the red door, I got into the white one.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“God save me from idealists.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“I'm not a philosopher, Harry," [Michael] said. "But here's something for you to think about, at least. 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.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“I love you." Why it worked right then, why the webbing of my godmother's spell frayed as though the words had been an open flame, I don't know. I haven't found any explanation for it. There aren't any magical words, really. The words just hold the magic. They give it a shape and a form, they make it useful, describe the images within. I'll say this, though: Some words have a power that has nothing to do with supernatural forces. They resound in the heart and mind, they live long after the sounds of them have died away, they echo in the heart and the soul. They have power, and that power is very real. Those three words are good ones.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“So?" Bob said. "Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved."
"Bob," I said. "You can't just go around killing people."
"I know. That's why you should do it."
"No, no. I can't go around killing people, either.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Don't yadda yadda the Lord, Harry. It's disrespectful.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Revenge is like sex, Mister Dresden. It's best when it comes on slow, quiet, until it all seems inexorable.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life." I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. "The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“So really, it was just as well that Godmother had caught up to me, in spite of my best efforts to avoid her. I'd hate to find out that the universe really wasn't conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex." -Harry”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“I'd hate to find out that the universe really wasn't conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Fear has a lot of flavors and textures. There's a sharp, silver fear that runs like lightning through your arms and legs, galvanizes you into action, power, motion. There's heavy, leaden fear that comes in ingots, piling up in your belly during the empty hours between midnight and morning, when everything is dark, every problem grows larger, and every wound and illness grows worse. And there is coppery fear, drawn tight as the strings of a violin, quavering on one single note that cannot possibly be sustained for a single second longer—but goes on and on and on, the tension before the crash of cymbals, the brassy challenge of the horns, the threatening rumble of the kettle drums. That's the kind of fear I felt. Horrible, clutching tension that left the coppery flavor of blood on my tongue. Fear of the creatures in the darkness around me, of my own weakness, the stolen power the Nightmare had torn from me. And fear for those around me, for the folk who didn't have the power I had.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Michael half-smiled. “The Lord will never give you a burden bigger than your shoulders can bear, Harry. All we can do is face what comes and have faith.”
I gave him a sour glance. “I need to get myself some bigger shoulders, then. Someone in accounting must have made a mistake.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“My office is in a building in midtown Chicago. It's an older building, and not in the best of shape, especially since there was that problem with the elevator last year. I don't care what anyone says, that wasn't my fault. when a giant scorpion the size of an Irish wolfhound is tearing its way through the roof of your elevator car, you get real willing to take desperate measures.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“I mean it," I said. "You're in danger."

"Relax, Harry. I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Let come the forces of night! We will stand!"
"We will get the hell out of here is what we will do," I muttered.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“There should be some kind of rule against needing to kill anything more than once.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Ease off the martyr throttle.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Five white candles surrounded my summoning circle, the points of an invisible pentacle. White for protection. And because they’re the cheapest color at Wal-Mart.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“One thing about intimidation is that people can always think up something worse that you could do to them than you can, if you leave their imagination some room to play.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Anyway, my office is small - one room, but on the corner, with a couple of windows. The sign on the door reads, simply, HARRY DRESDEN, WIZARD. Just inside the door is a table, covered with pamphlets with titles like: Magic and You, and Why Witches Don't Sink Any Faster Than Anyone Else - a Wizard's Perspective. I wrote most of them. I think it's important for we practitioners of the Art to keep up a good public image. Anything to avoid another Inquisition.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Fear is bred from ignorance. So knowledge is a weapon against it, and reason is the tool of knowledge.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“I still can’t believe,” Michael said, sotto voce, “that you came to the Vampires’ Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.” “Not just a vampire,” I said, “a cheesy vampire. Do you think they got the point?”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril