I don't want to live in a world where the strong rule and the weak cower. I'd rather make a place where things are a little quieter. Where trolls stay the hell under their bridges and where elves don't come swooping out to snatch children from their cradles. Where vampires respect the limits, and where the faeries mind their p's and q's. My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. When things get strange, when what goes bump in the night flicks on the lights, when no one else can help you, give me a call. I'm in the book.

Knight takes Knight,” I called into the cloudy night air. “Check.

I still can't believe," Michael said, sotto voce, "that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.

There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.

I love being a wizard. Every day is like Disneyland.

Magic. It can get a guy killed.

...It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?