But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.
Jim ButcherTags: god harry-dresden human-race grave-peril
There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.
Jim ButcherTags: harry-dresden dresden-files grave-peril
The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.
Jim ButcherTags: grave-peril
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