Jeremy Bodden

“Stubborn. Proud. Stupid.” She sighed and leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the mouth, her lips warm and sweet. She settled back again, and said, “I would hit you on the head with a rock and drag you away from this. But it would only shatter the rock.”
- Kitai talking about Tavi”
― Jim Butcher, Captain's Fury

“Isana stared at Gaius for a moment. Then she said, “How can you live with yourself?”
The First Lord stared at her for a moment, his eyes cold. Then he spoke in a very quiet, precise, measured voice. “I look out my window each day. I look out my window at people who live and breathe. At people who have not been devoured by civil war. At people who have not been ravaged by disease. At people who have not starved to death, who have not been hacked apart by enemies of humanity, at people who are free to lie and steal and plot and complain and accuse and behave in all manner of repugnant ways because the Realm stands. Because law and order stands. Because something other than simple violence shapes the course of their lives. And I look, wife of my son, mother of my heir, at a very few decent people who have had the luxury of living their lives without being called upon to make hideous decisions I would not wish upon my worst enemies, and who consequently find such matters morally appalling when they consider them—because they have not had to be the ones who dealt with them.”
― Jim Butcher, Princeps' Fury

“Hopefully, one day, he’ll either heal Arthur and this whole thing can go away, or he’ll fuck up so badly that he’ll have no choice but to leave.”
“You really think he can revive Arthur?”
“Not for a second. Which leaves him fucking up. And when he does that, when he’s finally forced from his cozy little space of helping exactly no one, I’ll be the first person in line to clap my hands as he’s ceremoniously told to go fuck himself.”
― Steve McHugh, Lies Ripped Open

“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