Summer Knight (The Dresden Files, #4)

by Jim Butcher

I hadn’t been following the little faerie for five seconds before the skin on the back of my neck tried to crawl up over my head and hide in my mouth.

You are, I take it, Harry Dresden?’ ‘If I’m not, he’s going to be upset with me when he catches me running around in his underpants.’

‘I’ll live.’ ‘True,’ she said. ‘But this is where it always begins. Monsters are born of pain and grief and loss and anger. Your heart is full of them.’