Fool Moon (The Dresden Files, #2)

by Jim Butcher

There’s more magic in a baby’s first giggle than in any firestorm a wizard can conjure up, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can’t weave together a spell that you don’t believe in.

I could taste the blood in my mouth, from where I had bitten into my tongue, and I either had to spit or swallow. I swallowed. No comments, please.

“A stuffed animal, man!” I roared at him. “Don’t mess with a wizard when he’s wizarding!”