Jeremy Bodden

“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

“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

“If the beginning of wisdom is in realizing that one knows nothing, then the beginning of understanding is in realizing that all things exist in accord with a single truth: Large things are made of smaller things.”
― Jim Butcher, Academ's Fury

“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