They always have good coffee here,” Ebenezar said a few moments later. “And they don’t call it funny names,” I said. “It’s just coffee. Not frappalattegrandechino.
Remember who you are. This creature wants to take it from you. Do not let him.
Solution: Winchester.
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.
Life?” I suggested. She shrugged. “Desire. Loneliness. Joy. Pain.” “Life,” I said.
It’s irrational and childish for me to be upset, and I don’t care.
I could taste the blood in my mouth, from where I had bitten into my tongue, and I either had to spit or swallow. I swallowed. No comments, please.
Finally, I said, very quietly, ‘I don’t know if I’m one of the good guys anymore.
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 wizard in the country. You can find me in the yellow pages, under “Wizards.” Believe it or not, I’m the only one there.
When most people lose control of their anger, someone gets hurt. Maybe someone even gets killed. When it happens to a wizard, insurance companies go broke and there’s reconstruction afterward.
Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better.
My laboratory,” I said, experimentally, drawing out each syllable. “Why is it that saying it like that always makes me want to follow it with ‘mwoo-hah-hah-hah-hahhhhhh’?
Butters’s voice turned bitter. “Them or us, choose a side?” “It’s not about taking sides,” Karrin said. “It’s about knowing yourself. About understanding why you make the choices you do. Once you know that, you know where to walk, too.
It’s one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?” And that’s how I knew that Mort was telling the whole truth when he said he wasn’t a hero. Heroes know better than to hand the universe lines like that.
More than anything, she wanted to be someplace warm and safe – but duty was a cold and barren shelter for a wounded spirit.
Strategy and tactics, discipline and protocol are necessary, but they’re just the beginning. You have to know people, Byron. How they think, what motivates them. Watch. Learn.
But dammit, words mean what they mean, even if everyone thinks they ought to mean something else.
I trust you,” she said. Three words. Big ones. Especially coming from her.
You can tell a great deal about a person by looking at the people who share his life.” Isana.
I know what it’s like to lose it.