Fire isn't always an element of destruction. Classical alchemical doctrine teaches that it also has dominion over another province: change.

You're a cop. I need a doughnut.

No matter where you go, there you are. (Uriel to Harry Dresden)

Everyone stopped to blink at that for a second. I mean, come on. Impaled by a guided frozen turkey missile. Even by the standards of the quasi-immortal creatures of the night, that ain't something you see twice. "For my next trick," I panted into the startled silence, "anvils.

It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.

Murphy watched me thoughtfully for several empty seconds. Then she said, very gently, "You're a good man, Harry." I swallowed and bowed my head, made humble by the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, more than the words themselves. Not always rational," she said, smiling. "But you're the best kind of crazy.

You're dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.