He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket.
Jim ButcherI was seducing shepherdesses when you weren't a twinkle in your great-grandcestor's eyes. I think I know what I'm doing.
Jim ButcherAll right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight.
Jim ButcherBecause a sound tree doesn't have bad roots, Amara. No enterprise of greatness begins with treachery, with lying to the people who trust and love you
Jim ButcherThomas has the kind of whiter-than-white boyish grin that makes women's panties spontaneously evaporate.
Jim ButcherA bunch of people are gonna be mad at me, I’ve got some kind of medical issue that’s going to kill me in a while if I don’t deal with it, oh, and the island’s blowing up tomorrow and taking a whole lot of the country with it if I don’t fix it.” Thomas gave me a steady look. “So,” he said. “Same old, same old.
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