I am Harry Dresden.
In my corner of the country, I’m trying to nail things down. I don’t want to live in a world where the strong rule and the weak cower. I’d rather make a place where things are a little quieter. Where trolls stay the hell under their bridges, and where elves don’t come swooping out to snatch children from their cradles. Where vampires respect the limits, and where the faeries mind their p’s and q’s. My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. When things get strange, when what goes bump in the night flicks on the lights, when no one else can help you, give me a call. I’m in the book. |
Drat….I was hoping Kincaid was in there somewhere (or maybe even the athiest Knight of the Cross), but no such luck….
Fear me 🙂
I am the darkness incarnate, a Black Court vampire older than any of you might imagine. I have seen your kind live, but mostly I have seen them die — by my hand, if I can help it.
Despite our betrayal at Stoker’s hands, do not think me an easy foe. The wizards of the White Council tremble at my name, and the whelp Dresden has yet to best me. The last time he tried it cost him his hand.
Harry Dresden will not live long. And then, shortly, neither shall you.