Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.

I don't know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.

I put the ick in magic.

Do you want your blood to stay where it is sochar-lar?" Tavi lifted both eyebrows at the unfamiliar word, and glanced at Varg. "Monkey," Varg supplied, in Aleran. "And male-child." "He called me monkey boy?" Tavi asked.

Fear is bred from ignorance. So knowledge is a weapon against it, and reason is the tool of knowledge.

If I lived through the next day or so, I needed to start keeping track of where these jokers liked to get their bloodthirsty freak on. It might give me an edge someday. Or at least a list of places that could use a nice burning down. I hadn't burned down a building in ages.

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