Valerie

“Halloween would be . . . okay," she says, with all the deliberation of a somewhat uncertain judge delivering a verdict. "But no sexy catgirls. Or boys. No catpeople.”
― Amanda DeWitt, Wren Martin Ruins It All

“Charity," he said. "She's gone."

I held up the note. "She went to the store for pizza and ice cream. Pregnancy cravings, I guess."

Michael came down the stairs and brushed past me. Then he reached into the entry hall closet and pulled out a blue Levi's jacket and Amoracchius in its black scabbard.

"What are you waiting for, Harry? Let's go find her."

"But your kids--"

Michael rolled his eyes, took a step to the door, and jerked it open without looking away from me. Father Forthill stood on the other side, his thinning hair windblown, his bright blue eyes surprised behind his wire-rimmed spectacles. "Oh. Michael. I didn't mean to stop by so late, but my car stalled only a block away from here on the way back from taking Mrs. Hamish home, and I thought I might borrow--" He paused, looking from me to Michael and then back to me again. "You need a baby-sitter again, don't you."

Michael shrugged into his jacket and slung the sword belt over his shoulder. "They're already asleep. Do you mind?"

Father Forthill stepped in. "Never." He made the Cross over each of us again and murmured, "God go with you."

We started out of the house and to Michael's truck. "You see, Harry?"

I scowled. "Handy fringe benefit.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“Running isn't me. This body also isn't me. It's a bunch of skin and fat and skeleton carrying around the real me, my brain or my spirit or whatever it is that makes Lizzie. Sometimes I think it was a mistake that I wound up in this body--maybe even a mistake that I wound up being human. Maybe I was supposed to be a tree. Tall, steady, solitary, wise. Watching the rest of the world run.”
― Karen Wilfrid, Just Lizzie

“You might have saved the Dance," I say loftily, "but I saved this school from Cats."

"Not all heroes wear capes," Ryan says, pushing open the classroom door. "You know, I kind of like Cats."

"You like watching aviation disaster documentaries too," I say blandly, hiking up my backpack on one shoulder.”
― Amanda DeWitt, Wren Martin Ruins It All