That’s the difficult part of being mortal. Of having choice. Much is hidden from you.
That’s the great thing about being a wizard. I can always tell myself, honestly, that things could be worse.
That’s the true power of a wizard. I know things. Knowledge is power. With power comes responsibility.
That’s why black magic is so easy—it comes from lust, from fear and anger, from things that are easy to feed and make grow.
The Black Hole? Grey asked, incredulously. Nobody quotes The Black Hole, Dresden. Nobody even remembers that one. Hogwash. Ernest Borgnine, Anthony Perkins, and Roddy McDowall all in the same movie? I...
The One created us all to be free. To learn. To find common cause with others and to grow stronger and wiser. But the ancient enemy perverts that union of strengths. With the enemy, there is no choice...
The Senior Council--Couldn't find its heart if it had a copy of , X-ray vision, and a stethoscope.
The Winter inside me was torment and agony—but at least when I was immersed in it, I couldn’t feel.
The belts do more than make you fuzzy, Denton. They change the way you think. The way you act.
The best way to keep yourself from doing something grossly self-destructive and stupid is to avoid the temptation to do it. For example, it is far easier to fend off inappropriate amorous desires if o...
The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault.
The building was on fire, and it wasn’t my fault. My
The campus police officer folded his hands and stared at me from across the table. Coffee? What flavor is it? I asked. He was in his forties, a big, solid man with bags under his calm, wary eyes, and...
The clock has superpowers. It always seems to move too slowly. Look up at it and it will tell you the time. Look up an hour and a half later, and it will tell you two minutes have gone by.
The council is old school. Really, really old school.
The curve of her smile promised things that were probably illegal, and bad for you, and would carry warnings from the Surgeon General, but that you’d still want to do over and over again.
The deepest joys and most terrible wounds were both to be had from family. The
The demon trapped in the summoning circle screamed, slamming its crablike pincers against the unseen barrier, hurling its chitinous shoulders from side to side in an effort to escape the confinement....
The desk sergeant wasn’t the usual mustached old warhorse who I had run into before, but a greying matron with steely eyes who disapproved of me and my lifestyle in a single glance,
The energy of night was far different than that of the daylight—not inherently evil, but wilder, more dangerous, more unpredictable.
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