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If my phone's still working, you've reached Harry Dresden. Leave a message. And make it fast. Technology and I tend not to get along. My phone could blow at any moment.

"I hate being a wizard," Harry muttered ( Read more... )

"Mac," Harry said as he dragged himself into the pub, "I know you think it's sacrilege ( Read more... )

"Bob," Harry said as he slumped down onto his beat-up secondhand couch. "I need a new coat."

"Are you finally coming to me for fashion advice? I am so proud of you for admitting you have a problem, Dresden ( Read more... )

Much to Bob's amusement and Harry's dismay, Harry Dresden had spent the weekend as a girl ( Read more... )

When Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden blinked out of existence last week, he'd been standing in front of his apartment building, staff in hand, Bob in his coat pocket and roaring a defiant incantation at the oncoming blackness that had enveloped most of Chicago ( Read more... )

Morgan had been breathing down Harry's neck for years down, just waiting for him to slip up. And sometimes he didn't wait for the screwing up, he just slipped into Chicago and started glaring menacingly for no reason in Harry's general direction ( Read more... )

"YOU SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY ( Read more... )

"I was thinking I need a coat," Harry said to Bob. Right now he was wearing his only pair of nice pants and his only nice shirt. He was still picking up a little extra cash dancing with old ladies at their lessons. Money was money, right ( Read more... )

It was a very exhausted wizard who dragged himself into his apartment, past his meager wards, and collapsed in a gangly heap on the couch. Harry had been working for Ragged Angel for a few weeks now and every time he went out with Nick he came back more beat than the last ( Read more... )