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I hadn't realized, until I actually heard his voice, how much I'd missed the demented little perv.

I kind of felt bad for them. Getting punched out by a dame was not going to pad their goon résumés.

I do magic, in one form or another, and that's pretty much it. I really need to get a life, one of these days.

duty was a cold and barren shelter for a wounded spirit.

I respected the man. It didn't mean that I wouldn't pants him on national television if I got the opportunity

When I started, I was pretty sure I was going to be writing some goofy little wizard novels that might make me some part-time money and would hopefully lead to something I could do better.

I put it down on the floor of the limo and said firmly, "I don't do hats.

Surely, that is merely a colorful euphemism, rather than a statement of desire.

Susan screamed. I screamed. The vampire screamed. The Ick . . . did that teakettle thing. And then we all started trying to kill one another.

Murphyonic? Sure, Butters said. You exude a Murphyonic field. Anything that can go wrong does.

The Gatekeeper joined the rest of the Senior Council, and they trooped back up to their podiums. Podii. Podia. Whatever. Goddamned correspondence course.

I don't make metaphors. ... I'm too busy being one. - Leanansidhe

A tumbleweed went rolling by in the street. I'm not even kidding. An actual, literal tumbleweed. Man, Oklahoma.

She held up her hand, palm up—another one of those gestures, their meanings forgotten by everyone except for long-term wackjobs like Dresden.

He had no frame of reference, and couldn't read—most faeries were studiously averse to print.

Ah, yes, a savage. Of the famous Chromotonsorial Cahokian Goth tribe.

Harry Dresden Taxidermy. If you snuff it, we'll stuff it.

are dangerous. Wills are dangerous. You are heavily armed with both." Tavi

Vampires on a diet?' Susan murmured beneath her breath. 'Yeah,' I said back, sotto voce. 'Make hers a Blood Lite.

All we need is a stuffed animal." He stared at me. "Wh-what did you say?" "A stuffed animal, man!" I roared at him. "Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

The man once wrote: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. Tolkien had that one mostly right. I stepped forward, let the door bang closed, and snarled, "Fuck subtle.

Oh. Is this, um, Harry Dresden? The, ah, wizard?" Her tone was apologetic, as though she were terribly afraid she would be insulting me. No, I thought. It's Harry Dresden the, ah, lizard. Harry the wizard is one door down.

as if that entire circle, that entire . . . pizza of tiny fae, was deliberately, precisely centered.

Normals looked at me like I was insane when I told people I was a wizard. People who were in the know didn't look at me like I was insane. They looked at me like I was insanely dangerous.