Sidekick Saturday [18] - Grumpy

Sidekick Saturday is a weekly bookish meme, hosted here by Jaclyn at JC's Book Haven. There are many secondary characters that are as great as the primaries. In some cases, the sidekicks actually steal the show and you like them better than the heroine or hero. Maybe they didn't have enough page time for how great they were. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Choose a sidekick *or someone other than the hero or heroine* that you would like to put in the spotlight that fits in this week's type
• Share a picture and information about the character
• Give the title and author of a book the character can be found in
• Please don't include too many spoilers when describing why the character is such a great sidekick
• Put your link in the Linky thing and comment

This week is Grumpy

My choice is Zee from
The Mercy Thompson Series by Patricia Briggs

Zee picture created by Jaclyn Canada

Mercy met Zee when she began working for him at his garage fixing cars. He often fired her, but she would just show back up and start working again. He eventually became the man that sold it to her so that she had her own business as well as filling in for her if she needed time off. His real name is Siebold Adelbertsmiter and he is a fae that looks very different from the above picture when he isn't using his glamor. He calls himself a Gremlin, and his magic is working with metal or a Metallzauber.

Quotes:

“Why is it that all cars are women?" he asked. "Because they're fussy and demanding," answered Zee.
"Because if they were men, they'd sit around and complain instead of getting the job done," I told him.”

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“Hey, Zee,” I said. “I take it that you can fix it, but it’ll be miserable, and you’d rather haul it to the dump and start from scratch.”
   “Piece of junk,” groused Zee. “What’s not rusted to pieces is bent. If you took all the good parts and put them in a pile, you could carry them out in your pocket.” There was a little pause. “Even if you only had a small pocket.”
   I patted the car. “Don’t you listen to him,” I whispered to it. “You’ll be out of here and back on the road in no time.”

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“He looked as he always had, a man past middle age, lanky and raw-boned, except for his small pot belly."

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"Look," he said after a moment. "That sour old guy who used to be your boss, the one who still comes in once in a while - he's fae right?"
   Zee had publicly acknowledged his heritage for a long time, so I nodded my head and took a bite of my sandwich.

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