We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.
Jim ButcherThere is the world that should be and the world that is. We live in one and must create the other.
Jim ButcherYeah, but I forgot to take my George Orwell-shaped multivitamins along with my breakfast bowl of Big Brother Os this morning.
Jim ButcherA bunch of people are gonna be mad at me, Iโve got some kind of medical issue thatโs going to kill me in a while if I donโt deal with it, oh, and the islandโs blowing up tomorrow and taking a whole lot of the country with it if I donโt fix it.โ Thomas gave me a steady look. โSo,โ he said. โSame old, same old.
Jim ButcherMy 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 Butcher