“Do the gods sleep well at night? I think maybe they do.”

“All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah, hiding sounded good.”

“I hate being awake at three in the morning. It is the godforsaken heart of darkness when the body runs slow, and the brain runs slower, and all you want to do is sleep. But I had promises to keep, and miles to go before I could sleep. Or at least a couple of miracles to perform before I could go to bed.”

“I don't think we can do that.""At these prices you should bring the cow out and have a ritual sacrifice atthe table. Just do it." I handed him the menu. He took it.”

“Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.”

“Do you really have the ability to control all types of undead?" Magnus asked."Can you really make a hundred shoes in a single night?" I asked.Magnus smiled. "Wrong kind of fairie.”

“Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But hey, I haven't ever met a Trophy Wife, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs.”