My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. I'm a wizard. I work out of an office in midtown Chicago. As far as I know, I'm the only openly practicing professional wizard in the country. You can find me in the yellow pages, under "Wizards." Believe it or not, I'm the only one there. My ad looks like this: HARRY DRESDEN โ WIZARD Lost Items Found. Paranormal Investigations. Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates. No Love Potions, Endless Purses, Parties, or Other Entertainment You'd be surprised how many people call just to ask me if I'm serious.
Jim ButcherDon't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?
Jim ButcherCrows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?" "Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding. "What was she doing here?" Max asked. "Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.
Jim ButcherWhere is your unit?" Murphy asked. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Right where it's always been, dollface.
Jim ButcherStar Trek?โ I asked her. โReally?โ โWhat?โ she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together. โThere are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,โ I said. โStar Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.โ She sniffed. โThis is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. Itโs okay to like both.โ โBlasphemy and lies,โ I said.
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