There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.

Demonreach only wants Harry to see what's going on." "Why doesn't it just marry him?" Thomas muttered under his breath. "It sort of did," I said. "My brother the... geosexual?

Worry is fear in disguise. And fear will eat you from the inside out if you let it.

Pretty please. With sugar.

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

And thrice do I say to thee...bite me.

Never let it be said that Harry Dresden is afraid of a dried, dead bug. Creepy or not, I wasn't going to let it ruin my concentration. So I scooped it up with the corner of the phone book and popped it into the middle drawer of my desk. Out of sight, out of mind. So I have a problem with creepy, dead, poisonous things. So sue me.