But 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."
Iím not Harry Dresden.
Harryís a wizard. A genuine, honest-to-goodness wizard. Heís Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket. Heíll spit in the eye of gods and demons alike if he thinks it needs to be done, and to hell with the consequences ó and yet somehow [he] manages to remain a decent human being.
Iíll be damned if I know how.
But then, Iíll be damned regardless.
My name is Thomas Raith, and Iím a monster.