Архивы Дрездена. Гроза из преисподней. Луна светит безумцам. Могила в подарок

My troubles were multiplying.
Hexenwolves. Werewolves. Lycanthropes. Loup-garou.
What will they think of next?

I took out a few wizardly implements: my blasting rod, the replacement for my shield bracelet, and one other thing that no wizard should be without. A Smith and Wesson.38 Chief's Special.

I have what might be considered a very out-of-date and chauvinist attitude about women. I like to treat women like ladies.

"Let me guess. Cat had your tongue?"

I had done the right thing. Keeping that kind of information out of Kim's hands had been the right decision. I had been protecting her from danger she didn't, couldn't, fully appreciate.
I had done the right thing - even if she had trusted me to provide answers for her, as I had in the past, when teaching her to contain and control her modest magical talents. Even if she had trusted me to show her the answers she needed, to be her guide through the darkness.
I'd done the right thing.
Dammit.

I hope you're one of the good guys, Mr. Dresden. We really need a good guy. I hope you'll be all right.

I had to maintain a fine balance between going in ready for trouble and going in asking for trouble.

"Tequila?" I asked him, skeptically. "Are you sure on that one? I thought the base for a love potion was supposed to be champagne."
"Champagne, tequila, what's the difference, so long as it'll lower her inhibitions?" Bob said.

It's an old place, but it sings in the darkness and is, in its own quirky little way, alive. It's home.

My temper flared. It does that occasionally.