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The new mailman, who looked like a basketball with arms and legs and a sunburned, balding head, was chuckling at the sign on the door glass.
No, I thought. It’s Harry Dresden the, ah, lizard. Harry the wizard is one door down.
I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts.
His face looked like someone had smashed it flat with a board, repeatedly, when he was a baby—except for his jutting eyebrows.
I’d made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters’ hearts.
You’re not going to roll over for some schmuck with a baseball bat because he tells you to!”
“Deposit another quarter to continue your call, asshole,” I said.
When I’m in turmoil, when I can’t think, when I’m exhausted and afraid and feeling very, very alone, I go for walks. It’s just one of those things I do.
dresden and me both
I was stuck in a frozen elevator, handcuffed to my unconscious friend who was dying of poison while a magical scorpion the size of some French cars tried to tear its way into me and rip me apart.
