Mar 31

“The altar’s down,” Morgan says, coming up behind us. “Vandervall is in custody. The building is burning.”

“That’s not my fault,” Dresden declares, quickly.

Mar 31

“Give me back my stick, so I can beat you with it.”

“That’s not a very persuasive argument.”

Mar 30

669.

Mar 29

“All I know is that he shouldn’t be dead. The only reason he’s dead is because he isn’t alive. I still have to examine the brain.”

Mar 29

“I have proof that Laird is my real father. We are both athletic, we have great heads of hair, we—”

“He’s eight years older than you.”

“Your proof is better. I retract my statement. Sorry, real father.”

Mar 28

668.

Mar 27

Dragons aged at their own pace. Nobody on Earth was certain of what the average dragon lifespan was because nobody on Earth had ever outlived a dragon.

Mar 27

“Future Me is going ‘I told you so’ up one side of you and down the other, but Now Me is just going to sit back and watch.”

“That was a mean thing you just did.”

“Really? ‘Cause Future Me is here now and I’ve got something to say.”

Mar 26

667.

Mar 25

“Musing on the idea of setting someone on fire doesn’t mean you really want to set them on fire, it’s just the thought of it that makes you happy, but only for a second, then you feel bad, but that second can be a lot of fun. I’m not thinking of setting someone on fire. I was just speaking in the figurative, but firguratively speaking, someone should set you on fire for throwing my heart into the mess when you told me that he didn’t want me. That wasn’t the truth bus. That was the bitchy, cross town express.”

Mar 25

“Y’know, most people don’t say the word ‘gasp.’ They just gasp.”

Mar 24

666.

Mar 23

Bruce groaned and buried his face in his hands. “You look like the living dead.”

“That’s good,” Richard said calmly, accepting his plate of eggs. “Vampires are very hot right now.”

“I’ve created a monster,” Bruce mumbled.

“Permit me to point out, sir, that Frankenstein’s creation was not a vampire,” Alfred volunteered in his most helpful tones.

Bruce dropped his hands in order to glare. “Why are you always on his side?”

“I’m not on anybody’s side, sir, I was merely putting in a word for literary accuracy.”

Mar 23

“Ack! And no more of that, young man. I retired to get away from all that crap. It’s just Tom now. You can say ‘Tom,’ can’t you?”

Jon grinned and replied, “Yes, Sir!”

 “Impertinent whelp! Ah, the youth of today have no respect for their elders,” the general lamented to no one in particular.

Mar 22

665.

Mar 21

A great rush of wind heralded the arrival of the trains, and when their train stopped, the door opened and courteously advised them to mind the gap. Neville politely answered, “Thank you,” only to have Harry poke him in the ribs.

Mar 21

He knew it was a wand, well, ‘cause it looked like one, what with the pointing and the waving and the magic coming out one end…

Mar 20

664.

Mar 19

“You, you think we’ve travelled back in time!” He’d always known television would have a nasty affect on Dudley.

Dudley sensed he had sounded stupid. “I don’t!”

Mar 19

“Comfy there, drunky?”
She had been calling him that at least once a day for three days, which was insignificant in itself, but which indicated an unspoken promise to call him that every day forever.

Mar 18

663.

Mar 17

Normally the epitome of calm in the worst of scenarios, like, the end of the world, Clark was now experiencing what he assumed was ‘freaking out.’

Mar 17

Jimmy pouted at her, “I’ll have you know I have a full and manly beard!”

Mar 16

662.

Mar 15

“Do I really look like this?” he held up the one sided invitation and pointed enthusiastically to the little, cartoon Superman holding a blue balloon with his red and yellow shield on it. It was grinning and waving, but with a very serious expression on its face like the artist was trying to convey the strength of character of an international hero but with the sense of fun that comes with a birthday card.

Five seconds later Lois was laughing hysterically, and pointing at him. “Make the face!”

“No! Who makes these?” he flipped over the card fruitlessly, “I knew I should have copyrighted myself, I’d own an island by now...”

Mar 15

“Did you know there was a bullpen pool going for almost nine years on how you’d get yourself killed?” Richard made a gesture at the briefcase that he felt would express the horrendousness of this action, hoping it would speak of the concern and attention that Lois obviously needed to have for her own life.
As he looked at her however, he saw she was trying not to smile. Richard stared at her, furious again in the light of this disregard. “You did know?”

“I, uh, took odds on ‘death by natural fire.’ I think I get five hundred dollars if I die in a volcano.”

Mar 14

661.

Mar 13

Lucius has a customary greeting (“What is it today, Mr. Wayne?”), and Bruce has become quite fond of coming up with more and more ridiculous things to respond with (“Do you have anything that could extinguish the sun, just for a moment? I’m not talking about anything major, here. A few seconds should be fine.”).

Mar 13

They were looking at him with such guilelessness, such helpful innocence, that he knew, without the slightest bit of uncertainty, that they’d had a hand in the disaster.

Mar 12

660.

Mar 11

Harry had never been “hmmed” at before, and found it slightly disconcerting, especially as he was trying to be inconspicuous.

Mar 11

“Your great-grandfather spent twenty years in the African bush civilizing the uncultured savages. And now, those poor Africans have over twenty words in their language for ‘pompous, condescending white man’.”

Mar 10

659.

Mar 9

“No, please explain it. If you don’t, curiosity will get the better of me and I’ll Google it. The last time I did that, I spent an hour vomiting and couldn’t look at horses for months afterwards.”

Mar 9

“No, she’d just fire the accountant. Out of a cannon. Into a volcano.”

“She should write a book: ‘Everything I Needed to Know about Management, I Learned from James Bond Movies.”

Mar 8

658.

Mar 7

“Charles, am I the only sane person here? And considering it’s me asking the question that’s a frightening prospect.”

Mar 7

“If you’re not the killer, and let’s go with that cause that’s comforting, what are you doing here?”

Mar 6

657.

Mar 5

“So, if anyone knows who Sarah is, please let Ferret know,” he said, gesturing towards a tall boy with the word ‘Sarah’ tattooed on his neck.

Mar 5

“But I like the olives,” he complains, in a voice he’s sure is only just this side of Not Sulking.

“You haven’t eaten any,” she points out, eyeing the pile in front of him.

“Of course I haven’t,” he says. “I like them. I’ve decided to rescue them!”

Mar 4

656.

Mar 3

“You’ve reached Owen. Unless the world’s ending, leave a message. If it is, call the mobile.”

Mar 3

“Yes, I ate lunch and did my homework, yes, I’m fine, and no, I haven’t burned down the apartment yet.”

 “And hello to you, too,” he said, unable to help but grin at her exasperated tone.

“Is there some other reason you’re calling, or does that pretty much cover it?” she asked.

“Well, I’d planned on having an actual conversation, but seeing as you’ve hit on all the major points already…”

Mar 2

655.

Mar 1

What this impressive list of talents lacked, however, was even a fraction of the cunning required to convincingly maintain a secret identity.

Mar 1

Charles now had a desk. He’d never had such a luxury before, but he wasn’t quite sure he wanted one now. His current ‘desk’ was made entirely of stacks of paperwork from the end of the war. Amazing, really, how much paperwork was required to process a miracle.