Joe

“ROGER-ROGER. NONE SHALL HARM HER OR THEY WILL BE CONVERTED TO A PLEASING BLOOD MIST.”
― Chuck Wendig, Empire's End

“Hey. I don’t care what kind of faerie or mortal or hideous creature you are. If you’ve got danglies and can lose them, that’s the kind of sight that makes you reconsider the possible genitalia-related ramifications of your actions real damned quick.”
― Jim Butcher, Proven Guilty

“It might have been my imagination, but I thought the pair of them rocked back a little, swaying like reeds before an oncoming storm. October wind blew about us, freezing-cold air that took its chill from the icy depths of Lake Michigan. “What do you want?” I asked them. I borrowed frost from the wind and put it in my voice.”
― Jim Butcher, Dead Beat

“As old as my tongue,’ said Hunter, primly, ‘and a little older than my teeth.”
― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere