Ah. Medieval-style ransom.” Toot looked confused. “He did run some, but I stopped him, my lord. Like, just now. In front of you. Right over there.” There were several conspicuous sounds behind me, the loudest from my apprentice, and I turned to eye everyone else. They were all either covering smiles or holding them back— poorly. “Hey, peanut gallery,” I said. “This isn’t as easy as I’m making it look.” “You’re doing fine,” Karrin said, her eyes twinkling. I sighed. “Come on, Toot,” I said, and walked over to Hook.

When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching - they are your family.

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.

Mister Dresden is a diplomatically challenged individual. He should be in a shelter for the tactless.

It doesn't make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It's what you do with it that matters.

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

He wasn't evil as much as magnificently innocent of any kind of morality.