Oh, Harry...

[stoutfellow]

I'm rereading Jim Butcher's Skin Game. (No particular reason; it happens to be on top of a pile just outside the bathroom, and, well, I grab it on the way in.) I just ran into a passage that stops me dead in my tracks. Harry Dresden is, unwillingly, in a conference with Nicodemus, leader of the Denarians, one of the toughest and nastiest of the bad guys in the series. He gazes contemplatively at the twisted rope around Nicodemus' neck, the unholy relic that protects him from harm. Harry thinks,

It made Nicodemus almost unkillable. I didn't know if anyone else in the world knew what I knew: that the Noose didn't protect him from itself. I'd nearly strangled him with it the last time we'd crossed tracks.

Judas. Hopping. Priest. Harry: you have discovered what may be the only weakness of this SOB, and you haven't told anybody? Tell Karrin. Tell Molly. Tell Sanya or Michael, for God's sake. Tell somebody, you nitwit!