Dammit, Dresden, if you want to know about me, wait for the autobiography like everyone else.
Jim ButcherThe door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.
Jim ButcherHonest. It's almost always best to go with honest. It means you never have to worry about getting your story straight.
Jim Butcher