You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles!
Pretty please. With sugar.
It would require a singularly stupid man to go hang around in narrow tunnels and cramped spaces alongside a threat like that. "And I, Harry Dresden, am that man," I stated.
Pain is to be endured. It ends or it does not.
There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.
I still can't believe," Michael said, sotto voce, "that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.