Peter Megyeri

“Fifteen hundred hours, Marten,” she said over her shoulder as she strode off, her walk rendered a little less assertive than she had intended by the wet little squishing noises her running shoes made with every step.”
― Marko Kloos, Descent

“She pressed the rest of her clothes into my hands and said, “Don’t do anything weird with them.” “I was going to shellac them into a dining set and serve a four-course meal in them,” I said, “but if you’re gonna get all squeamish about it, I guess I’ll just hold them for you.” Ascher eyed me obliquely. “Did you just ask me out to dinner?”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game

“I think for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t looking backward … or forward, either. So maybe I was looking at whatever is between those things.”
― Travis Baldree, Brigands & Breadknives

“You have a certain amount of perception, then.” “I used to think so,” I said. “Then I started getting older and realized how clueless I am.” “The beginning of wisdom, or so Socrates would have it,”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game