I checked the icebox. The faeries usually brought some sort of food to stock the icebox and the pantry when they cleaned, but they could have mighty odd ideas about what constituted a healthy diet. One time I'd opened the pantry and found nothing but boxes and boxes and boxes of Fruit Loops. I had a near-miss with diabetes, and Thomas, who was never quite sure where the food had come from, declared that I had clearly been driven Fruit Loopy.

In the action business, when you don't want to say you ran like a mouse, you call it 'taking cover.' It's more heroic.

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

I've never lost a duel to the death. Not one.

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

Thwart," I said. "To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person." "I'm pretty sure that isn't the definition." Sarissa said. "It is today.

The human mind is not a terribly logical or consistent place.