Storm Front (The Dresden Files, #1)

by Jim Butcher

Except for one dim corner. There, hidden away from his everyday thoughts, there lurked a secret shame.

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I mean, a lot of teenage guys fail in their first relationships. Not many of them murder the girl involved.

They say we wizards are subtle. But believe you me, we’ve got nothing, nothing at all, on women.

“Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Irresponsible use of true names for summoning and binding others to your will violates the Fourth Law of Magic,” the man intoned. “I remind you that you are under the Doom of Damocles. No further violations of the Laws will be tolerated. The sentence for further violation is death, by the sword, to be carried out at once.”

Morgan was my Warden, assigned to me by the White Council to make sure I didn’t bend or break any of the Laws of Magic.

“You should know the risks in a wizard’s death curse.

I’d made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters’ hearts.

Linda Randall. She and Jennifer went out on calls together,

eau des hommes.

Have you ever felt despair? Absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known, deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost, forever, and that it wasn’t coming back?

There is no truer gauge of a man’s character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power.