"I still can't believe," Michael said, sotto voce, "that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire."
"I'm amazing and studly, but I have limits."
"Let come the forces of night! We will stand!" "We will get the hell out of here is what we will do," I muttered."
"Revenge is like sex, Mister Dresden. It's best when it comes on slow, quiet, until it all seems inexorable."
"...as nervous as a bird in a coal mine."
"Ease off the martyr throttle."
"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."
"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."
"Hell's bells, Susan, you don't know what you've done. You've got to get outof here."She snorted. "Like hell.""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."
"I swear to you, by my own stunning good looks and towering ego, that I am not lying to you."