Lauren

“Booya!" I drunkenly howled from the ground. I choked a little on the dust as I staggered back to my feet, my heart pounding, my whole body alive with strain and adrenaline. I stabbed a pointing finger toward the impact crater. "That's right! Who just rocked your face? Harry fucking Dresden! That's who!”
― Jim Butcher, Ghost Story

“There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“The Blue Beetle was not a clown car," I said severely. "It was a machine of justice.”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game

“Harry?" Bob asked. "Are your feet wet? And can you see the pyramids?"
I blinked. "What?"
"Earth to Dresden," Bob said. "You are standing knee-deep in de Nile.”
― Jim Butcher, Dead Beat