He seemed to be at that most dangerous of ages, where strength, skill, and confidence met naïveté and idealism; when young men skilled at the crafts of violence could be manipulated into employing those skills with brutal efficiency--and without questions.

Dammit, Dresden, if you want to know about me, wait for the autobiography like everyone else.

Give it to 'em!" Take 'em down!" First Aleran!" Kick their furry--" Assault formation!

You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles!

Wizards and computers get along about as well as flamethrowers and libraries.

Animals do not do what they have done. Animals kill to eat, to defend themselves or their own, and to protect their territory. Not for the joy of it. Not for the lust of it...Only humans do that, wizard.

Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?" "Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding. "What was she doing here?" Max asked. "Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.