Taen Prior

“Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.”
― Jim Butcher, Fool Moon

“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
― Jim Butcher, Fool Moon

“Technically,' I said, "I'm not breaking any of the Laws of Magic. I'm not robbing you of your will, so I'm clear of the Fourth Law. And you didn't get loose, so I'm clear of the Seventh Law. The Council can bite me.'

The bone ridges above Chauncy's eyes twitched. 'Surely, that is merely a colorful euphemism, rather than a statement of desire.'

'It is.”
― Jim Butcher, Fool Moon

“Sometimes I hate having a conscience, and a stupidly thorough sense of honor.”
― Jim Butcher, Fool Moon