You know the law, Dresden." "He who kills the cheer springs for beer," chanted the rest of the table.

Any time I’m not shooting my mouth off to a clichéd, two-bit creature of the night like you, it’s because I’m up to something.

Sticks and stones may break your bones, but Chinese throwing stars get you a dozen stitches.

Thank God for imminent doomsday.

All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight.

So in addition to a feisty new Black Court partner in the war dance between the Council and the Vampire Courts, I also got angry lust bunny movies stars, deadly curses, and a thoroughly embarrassing job as my investigative cover. Oh, and bean curd pizza, which is just wrong. What a mess. I made a mental note: The next time I saw Thomas, I was going to punch him right in the nose.

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.