I just began reading the short story
Cold Case from the new Urban Fantasy anthology by Jim Butcher and Kerrie Hughes. It is a story about Molly's first mission for Mab. The following quote (from Molly's thought stream) really tickled me:
....."That’s right, pretty boys. Mess with me, I’ll hit you so hard your children will be born bruised."
And another:
....."I took a sip of the beer, some kind of Russian monstrosity that tasted as if it had been brewed from Stalin’s sweat and escaped a Soviet gulag."
And a couple of interchanges with Warden Ramirez:
.....Carlos said. “Can you tell if the kids were with them?”
.....“Dammit, man. I’m a Faerie Princess, not a forensic analyst.”
....."Have you heard of the Old Ones?”
.....“I don’t think it’s a very kind nickname for the Rolling Stones."
And then there was this:
.....Harry would have used fire. And I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have pulled out a wand and prepared the One-Woman Rave spell I’d developed. And I’m absolutely certain that he wouldn’t have taken a moment to start up DJ Molly C’s Boom Box spell, which would play C&C Music Factory’s “Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)” loud enough to be heard in Anchorage.
.....But I did. I wanted loud noise that was totally out of place and as weird as possible to whatever supernatural critters were riding around inside the fishermen—and the creatures of the supernatural world aren’t exactly pop-culture mavens. Plus, it was dance music from the ’90s. Nobody thinks that stuff is normal.
.....Heavy bass and lead power chords started thumping against the windows. I turned loose the One-Woman Rave, and the air around me filled with a light and pyrotechnics show that would make Burning Man look like Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. My heart started pounding in fear and excitement and something disturbingly like lust as I crossed the last few feet to the cathedral’s entrance.
.....And then, just as the song screamed, “Everybody dance now!” I leaned back, drew the power of Winter into my body, and kicked the big double doors off their hinges as if they’d been made of balsa and Scotch tape.
.....At which point I learned the real reason Harry keeps doing that.
It. Is. Awesome.
.....“Give me the music!” I screamed with the song, and walked straight in. I might have had some hip and shoulder action going in time with the beat.