Storm Front (The Dresden Files, #1)

by Jim Butcher

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean that there isn’t an invisible demon about to eat your face.

I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts.

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

Well, where instinct fails, intellect must venture.

I react badly to fear. I don’t usually have the good sense to run, or hide—I just try to smash whatever it is that is making me afraid.

The last thing I had expected to use that cleaning spell for when I had laboriously been forced to learn it was a tide of poisonous scorpion monsters, but any port in a storm.