I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.

Billy squinted at me. "Why are you letting them go?" "Because they're real." "How do you know?" "The one I was holding crapped on my hand.

It's all right to be afraid. You just don't let it stop you from doing your job.

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

I got the sneaking suspicion that the vampire was a couple of Peeps short of an Easter basket.

We're all so damned fragile.

My head was throbbing, and my hands were shaking, but I went down the ladder to my workroom - and started figuring out how to rip someone's heart out of his chest from fifty miles away. Who says I never do anything fun on a Friday night?