If you touch her, I'm declaring war on you. If anything happens to Murphy and I even think you had a hand in it, fuck right and wrong. 'So once again, let me be perfectly clear. I continued to speak quietly, never raising my voice. And I know how to turn necromancy against the Black Court.' Queen Mab has asked me to take the mantle of Winter Knight twice now.

I stared at her for a full ten seconds before I said, in a very quiet voice, 'I've got a fallen angel tripping all over herself to give me more power. 'But you won't,' she responded, mockery in her tone.

Bombshells Takes place between Ghost Story and Cold Days. 'No, you won't,' she said in her dusty voice. Bigfoot on Campus Takes place between Turn Coat and Changes. Mavra's rotted lips turned up at one corner. 'You try to get to me through other mortals again and I'll kill you.' “This never happens again,' I said quietly. I hadn't made so many mistakes back then, so many shortsighted decisions, some of which had cost people their lives. In the past I hadn't seen so many people hurt and killed and terrorized by the same kind of power that damn well should have been making the world a nicer place, or at the least staying the hell away from it. Though in the past, I think maybe I was a better person than I am today. I'm no Charles Manson or anything, but I'm not going to be up for canonization either. The passion of mighty music that brings tears to your eyes, and the raw, bubbling, infectious laughter of small children at play, the bellowing power of a stadium full of football fans shouting 'Hey!' in time to that damned song-they're all charged with magic. They're a source of the same intangible energy that everyone can feel when an autumn moon rises and fills you with a sudden sense of bone-deep excitement, or when the first warm breeze of spring rushes past your face, full of the scents of life, and drowns you in a sudden flood of unreasoning joy. “Like I said, magic comes from life, and especially from emotions.

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