Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.

This is what it look like when it WORKS?

For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life." I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. "The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for" -Harry Dresden

Where is your unit?" Murphy asked. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Right where it's always been, dollface.

When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching - they are your family.

If I need you I'll give you a signal.' What signal?" I'll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl

I’ve had a tense couple of days. And I’ve got to tell you, burning someone’s face off sounds like a great way to relax.