Jim Butcher Quote
As I walked toward the front door, a little motion to the left caught my eye. Jenny Sells stood in the hallway, a silent wraith. She regarded me with luminous green eyes, like her mother’s, like the dead aunt whose namesake she was. I stopped and faced her. I’m not sure why.You’re the wizard, she said, quietly. You’re Harry Dresden. I saw your picture in the newspaper, once. The .I nodded.She studied my face for a long minute. Are you going to help my mom?It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren’t that simple, that some questions don’t have simple answers—or any answer at all?I looked back into her too-knowing eyes, and then quickly away. I didn’t want her to see what sort of person I was, the things I had done. She didn’t need that. I’m going to do everything I can to help your mom.She nodded. Do you promise?I promised her.She thought that over for a moment, studying me. Then she nodded. My daddy used to be one of the good guys, Mr. Dresden. But I don’t think that he is anymore. Her face looked sad. It was a sweet, unaffected expression. Are you going to kill him?Another simple question.I don’t want to, I told her. But he’s trying to kill me. I might not have any choice.She swallowed and lifted her chin. I loved my Aunt Jenny, she said. Her eyes brightened with tears. Momma won’t say, and Billy’s too little to figure it out, but I know what happened. She turned, with more grace and dignity than I could have managed, and started to leave. Then said, quietly, I hope you’re one of the good guys, Mr. Dresden. We really need a good guy. I hope you’ll be all right. Then she vanished down the hall on bare, silent feet.
As I walked toward the front door, a little motion to the left caught my eye. Jenny Sells stood in the hallway, a silent wraith. She regarded me with luminous green eyes, like her mother’s, like the dead aunt whose namesake she was. I stopped and faced her. I’m not sure why.You’re the wizard, she said, quietly. You’re Harry Dresden. I saw your picture in the newspaper, once. The .I nodded.She studied my face for a long minute. Are you going to help my mom?It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren’t that simple, that some questions don’t have simple answers—or any answer at all?I looked back into her too-knowing eyes, and then quickly away. I didn’t want her to see what sort of person I was, the things I had done. She didn’t need that. I’m going to do everything I can to help your mom.She nodded. Do you promise?I promised her.She thought that over for a moment, studying me. Then she nodded. My daddy used to be one of the good guys, Mr. Dresden. But I don’t think that he is anymore. Her face looked sad. It was a sweet, unaffected expression. Are you going to kill him?Another simple question.I don’t want to, I told her. But he’s trying to kill me. I might not have any choice.She swallowed and lifted her chin. I loved my Aunt Jenny, she said. Her eyes brightened with tears. Momma won’t say, and Billy’s too little to figure it out, but I know what happened. She turned, with more grace and dignity than I could have managed, and started to leave. Then said, quietly, I hope you’re one of the good guys, Mr. Dresden. We really need a good guy. I hope you’ll be all right. Then she vanished down the hall on bare, silent feet.