To the best of my knowledge, sir," Benedict said in an apologetic tone, "no one has ever been able to tell my dear cousin anything. At all.

Because I know my daughter," she said. "And I know very well that the only way to absolutely ensure that she pursues any given course of action is for me to forbid her to do so.

Harry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

Gruff,” I said, “I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what’s in a fae woman’s mind.

Do you have a little white dress? I've had this deep-seated nurse fantasy about you, Murphy.