Jeremy Bodden

“If I step away from her, what is to prevent you from killing me?” “Your death doesn’t belong to me,” Kitai said. “We flipped a coin. I lost.”
― Jim Butcher, Captain's Fury

“Sevro." I lean forward. "Your eyes..."
He leans in close. "Do you like 'em?"
"Bloodydamn. Did you get Carved?"
"By the best in the business. Do you like 'em?"
"They're bloodydamn marvelous. Fit you like a glove."
He punches his hands together. "Glad you said that. Cuz they're yours."
I blanch. "What?"
"They're yours."
"My what?"
"Your eyes!"
"My eyes..."
"Do you want the eyes back?" Sevro asks, suddenly worried. "I can give them back."
"No!" I say. "It's just I forgot how crazy you are."
"Oh." He laughs and slaps my shoulder. "Good. I thought it might be something serious. So I'm prime keeping them?"
"Finders keepers," I say with a shrug.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“Tavi’s borrowed horse shied away from a mound of jabbering crows. Birds cried out in the night, and Tavi smiled slightly.
“You aren’t worrying in the right direction.”
“No?” Ehren asked.
“I’m more worried about some enterprising young Cane who doesn’t see eye to eye with Varg and Nasaug putting a couple of balest bolts through our backs.”
Ehren gave Tavi a sour look. “That’s very reassuring. I’m glad I’m carrying the light. They’ll shoot you first.”
“That’s the spirit,”
― Jim Butcher, Captain's Fury

“Three days to get here,” muttered one veteran to another, as Marcus passed. “We’d have done it in one. Senatorial Guard. Bunch of tenderfoot pansies, can’t march without a causeway.”
Marcus snapped his baton back against the veteran’s shield, and growled, “Quiet in the ranks.” He gave the man a glare, and said, “You might hurt the pansies’ feelings.”
― Jim Butcher, Captain's Fury