Autores:
  • Everyone stopped to blink at that for a second. I mean, come on. Impaled by a guided frozen turkey missile. Even by the standards of the quasi-immortal creatures of the night, that ain't something you see twice. "For my next trick," I panted into the startled silence, "anvils.

    Jim Butcher (2004). “Blood Rites: Book six of The Dresden Files”, p.113, Penguin