Man. Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.

All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight.

Dammit, Dresden, if you want to know about me, wait for the autobiography like everyone else.

Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.

I didn't know this before, but as it turns out, Tyrannosaurs can really haul ass.

Let's sum up: an unknown number of enemies with unknown capabilities, supported by a gang of madmen, packs of attack animals, and superhumanly intelligent pocket change.

A man's magic demonstrates what sort of person he is, what is held most deeply inside of him. There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power. I was not a murderer. I was not like Victor Sells. I was Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. I was a wizard. Wizards control their power. They don't let it control them. And wizards don't use magic to kill people. They use it to discover, to protect, to mend, to help. Not to destroy.