Tim

“Better safe than exsanguinated.”
― Jim Butcher, Death Masks

“I glanced up at Thomas. "We've still got Hook, right?"

"He's being held prisoner on a ceramic-lined cookie sheet in the oven," Thomas said. "I figured he couldn't jigger his way out of a bunch of steel, and it would give him something to think about before we start asking questions."

"That's an awful thing to do to one of the Little Folk, man," I said.

"I'm planning to start making a pie in front of him."

"Nice."

"Thank you.”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days

“And they have a problem with Dresden, I take it?" Murphy asked.

"Wanna kill him or something. I don't know," Thomas said, nodding. "They tried it on Jet Skis earlier today."

"Roger Moore Bond villains?" Murphy asked, her tone derisive. "Seriously?"

"Be silent, mortal cow," snarled one of the Sidhe.

Murphy tracked her eyes calmly over to that one, and she nodded once, as if memorizing something. "Yeah, okay. You.”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days

“Butters blinked at looked at Thomas. "My God," he said. "You've been shot."

Thomas hooked a thumb at Butters. "Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here."

"I'd have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe," I said.

"Split the difference at McCoy?" Thomas asked.

"Perfect.”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days