I didn't want to believe that killing was deep inside of me. I didn't want to think about the part of me that took a dark joy in gathering all the power it could and using it as I saw fit, everything else be damned. There was power to be had in hatred, too, in anger and in lust, in selfishness and in pride. And I knew that there was some dark corner of me that would enjoy using magic for killingโand then long for more. That was black magic, and it was easy to use. Easy and fun. Like Legos.
Jim ButcherThatโs the problem with you nearly immortal types,โ I said. โYou couldnโt spot a pop culture reference if it skittered up and implanted an embryo down your esophagus.
Jim ButcherI still can't believe," Michael said, sotto voce, "that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.
Jim ButcherMurphy watched me thoughtfully for several empty seconds. Then she said, very gently, "You're a good man, Harry." I swallowed and bowed my head, made humble by the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, more than the words themselves. Not always rational," she said, smiling. "But you're the best kind of crazy.
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