My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. I'm a wizard. I work out of an office in midtown Chicago. As far as I know, I'm the only openly practicing professional...
I can’t tell you how many jobs I’ve done without a hitch since the last time I saw you, Dresden. You walk through the door and everything goes to hell. That’s embroidered on my towels, actually, I sai...
Well. We’ll just have to hope that this wasn’t a loup-garou, I guess. If it was a louper, you’d know, Bob said wisely. In the middle of this town, you’d have a dozen people dead every time the full mo...
Well. You've got me cornered, don't you? I'm at your mercy. Her lips quirked. She took a drag of her cigarette. And I like a man who just won't stop.
When people come to the only professional wizard in the Chicago phone book for help, they’re one of two things: desperate or smart. Very rarely are they both.
I mean, we're all going to die. We know that on an intellectual level. We figure it out when we're still fairly young, and it scares us so badly that we convince ourselves we're immortal for more than...
I nodded to her. Then I eyed Maeve. What about you? Holding anything back?I want to take you to my bower, wizard, Maeve said, and licked her lips. I want to do things to you that give you such pleasur...
I run—and not so that I’ll be skinny and look good, either. I run so that when something that wants to kill me is chasing me, I’ll be good at running.
I told you long ago that being a real wizard means sacrifice. It means knowing things no one else does, he said, still growling. I told you that it meant that you might have to act upon what you knew,...
A door standing open that shouldn’t be; a shadow on the floor with no source to cast it; a cat purring and rubbing up against a favorite person—who isn’t there.
I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.
If I was writing during that window, then I imagine that the story was likely late as well and absolutely needed to be finished, so once again I met with inspiration at the corner of Late and Hurry up...
You think your power is what shapes the world you walk in. But that is an illusion. Your choices shape your world. You think your power will protect you from the consequences of those choices. But you...
This whole thing, I said is going to come down to guessing who isn't what they look like.Who is? Karrin asked, her hands moving surely over the weapon. Ever.
There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands.
Moonrise, I told him, then turned on my heel and walked quickly from the alley, although my sock feet on the gravel, combined with my limp, probably spoiled the badass image.
It isn't a club, I said calmly. It's a walking stick.Six feet long.It's traditional Ozark folk art.With dents and nicks all over it.I thought about it for a second. I'm insecure?Get a blanket. He held...
It never rains, I moaned. Tera frowned at me. It is raining now. She turned to Susan. I do not think he is coherent. I snorted and looked around blearily. It’s a figure of speech.
There are some basic tenets that ninety-nine percent of all Wiccans follow, but at its core the faith is all about individual freedom. Wiccans believe that as long as you aren't hurting anyone else by...
I’m dealing with a lot of scary things, she said. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane. Or you become like Martin. Shut off from everything and everyone. Tr...
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