I'm sure that you psychotic necro-wannabes with delusions of godhood are all about sharing with your fellow maniacs.
You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame." Sanya to Dresden
Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head.
Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.
Where is your unit?" Murphy asked. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Right where it's always been, dollface.
Where instinct fails, intellect must venture.