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“Let's assume it was probably internal fairy stuff. That cuts it down to three suspects."

"Three?"

"The three people who could have managed it.
Summer Queen, Winter Queen, Winter Knight. 1, 2, 3."

"Harry, I said it could have been one of the queens...."

I blinked up at the skull.

"There are more than two?"

"Yea... technically there are three."

"THREE?"

"...In each court."

THREE QUEENS? In each court?! That's just silly..."

"No, not if you think about it. Each court has three queens. The queen who was, the queen who is, and the queen who is to come."

"Greeeat.... Which one does the knight work for?"

"All of them. It's kind of a group thing. He has different duties to each queen."

I felt the headache start at the base of my neck and creep towards the base of my head.”
― Jim Butcher, Summer Knight

“We are not going to die."

Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?"

"No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.”
― Jim Butcher, Dead Beat

“Fox and Scorpion came to a brook,” Mab murmured, her voice low, sweet. “Wide was the water. Scorpion asked Fox for a ride on his back. Fox said, ‘Scorpion, will you not sting me?’ Scorpion said, ‘If I did, it would mean the death of us both.’ Fox agreed, and Scorpion climbed onto his back. Fox swam, but halfway over, Scorpion struck with his deadly sting. Fox gasped, ‘Fool, you have doomed us both. Why?’ ‘I am a scorpion,’ said Scorpion. ‘It is my nature.”
― Jim Butcher, Summer Knight

“Holy shit," I breathed. "Hellhounds."
"Harry," Michael said sternly. "You know I hate it when you swear."
"You're right. Sorry. Holy shit," I breathed, "heckhounds.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril