Dale Botha

“Her flawless pale skin was also spangled with gemstones. I don't know how they'd been attached, but they clung to her and sent little flashes of color glittering around the cavern when she moved. They were concentrated most densely around her ... well ... She'd been, ah, vajazzled.”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days

“The impossible we do immediately. The unimaginable takes a little while.”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days

“I kept a straight face while my inner Neanderthal spluttered and then went on a mental rampage through a hypothetical produce section, knocking over shelves and spattering fruit everywhere in sheer frustration, screaming, 'JUST TELL ME WHOSE SKULL TO CRACK WITH MY CLUB, DAMMIT!”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days

“Thomas opened the throttle all the way and passed me, I kid you not, a shiny brass telescope.
“Seriously?” I asked him.
“Ever since those pirate movies came out, they’re everywhere,” he said. “I’ve got a sextant, too.”
“Any tent you have is a sex tent,” I muttered darkly, extending the telescope.
Thomas smirked.”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days