Jim Butcher
Jim Butcher
Jim Butcher is an American author best known for his contemporary fantasy book series The Dresden Files. He is also the author of the Codex Alera series, and the Cinder Spires series. Butcher was born in Independence, Missouri, in 1971. He is the youngest of three children, having two older sisters. He lives in Independence, MO, and has one son...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth26 October 1971
CountryUnited States of America
heart hands snow
Answer my question, Dresden,' Nicodemus growled. 'What is that?' 'A precaution against getting stuck in deep snow,' I said. 'He's training to be a Saint Bernard.' 'Excuse me?' Nicodemus said. I mimed covering one of Mouse's ears with my hand and stage-whispered, 'Don't tell him that they don't actually carry kegs of booze on their collars. Break his little heart.
littles hours just-one
...It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?
dinner
Molly was committing dinner. . .
being-yourself travel clever
No matter where you go, there you are. (Uriel to Harry Dresden)
ideas race people
But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.
baby children eye
Science, the largest religion of the twentieth century, had become tarnished by images of exploding space shuttles, crack babies, and a generation of complacent Americans who allowed the television to raise their children. People were looking for something - I think they just didn't know what. And even though they were once again starting to open their eyes to the world of magic and the arcane that had been with them all the while, they still thought I must be some kind of joke.
evil doe distinction
The distinction between good and evil is meaningless if one does not have the freedom to choose between them.
want littles common
Thomas was an annoying wiseass who tended to make everyone he met want to kill him, and when I have that much in common with someone, I can't help but like him a little.
wise mean heart
I am blind and limited. I would be a fool think myself wise. And so, not knowing what the universe means, I can only try to be responsible with the knowledge, the strength, and the time given to me. I must be true to my heart.
moon people dying
Well. We’ll just have to hope that this wasn’t a loup-garou, I guess.” “If it was a louper, you’d know,” Bob said wisely. “In the middle of this town, you’d have a dozen people dead every time the full moon came around. What’s going on?” “A dozen people are dying every time the full moon comes around.
naked rope half
So there I was being strangled by a ranting, half-naked madman in the middle of the woods, with a she-werewolf dangling from a rope snare somewhere nearby.
night evil said
Oh, I get it," I said. "You're Evil Harry, lurking inside Good Harry. Right? And you only come out at night?
purple faces potatoes
Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes
drug tiny shame
You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame." Sanya to Dresden