Winnie

“We headed toward the creepy old slaughterhouse full of dangerous beings. Which... pretty much tells you what kind of day I was having, right there.”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game

“You destroy buildings, fight monsters openly in the streets of the city, work with the police, show up in newspapers, advertise in the phone book, and ride zombie dinosaurs down Michigan Avenue, and think that you work in the shadows? Be reasonable.”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game

“Michael watched my face closely as we carried her. “What?” I asked. “You aren’t angry,” he said. “That she’s hurt.” “Like hell I’m not,” I said. “It’s coming. After we take care of her. When it’s time.” Michael grunted. “You aren’t more angry than you would be if it was me. Or Butters, here.” I grunted. “She’s not a delicate princess,” I said. “She’s a warrior. Warriors have enemies. Sometimes warriors get hurt.” I felt my jaws clench. “And then their friends even things up.” “Damned right they do,” Butters said.”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game

“I’m lost. I know every step I took to get here, and I’m still lost.”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game