A technicality I'm prepared to hide wildly behind.

He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might kill me, "You are an untidy person.

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

Am I going to be able to provide a real home for her, man? An education? A real life? What's her college application going to look like: 'Raised on Spooky Island by wizard with GED, please help'?

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

I know how you feel," I said. "You run into something you totally don't get, and it's scary as hell. But once you learn something about it, it gets easier to handle. Knowledge counters fear. It always has.

Age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.