“Holy shit," I breathed. "Hellhounds.""Harry," Michael said sternly. "You know I hate it when you swear.""You're right. Sorry. Holy shit," I breathed, "heckhounds.”
“Oh my God, you feel incredible." He breathed heavily against my ear. "Holy shit, I may never recover from this.”
“Holy shit!""Since when is shit holy?”
“She hit him. Hard. Right in the face…“Holy shit,” said Quinn. “Would it be wrong if I applaud?”
“Aiyaaaa,” Zheng said softly. And if that meant “holy shit,” I agreed.”
“My name is Harry Dresden," I said.Fitz stumbled. "Holy shit," he said. "Like...that Harry Dresden? The professional wizard?""The one and only."He recovered his pace and shook his head. "I heard you were dead.""Well, yeah," I said, "but I'm taking it in stride.”