Achem. This is a post of fannish squeaking. I don't think any of you read the Dresden Files, so bear with me. :)
Mr. Butcher - Touche. You win. I cried for Morgan. Freaking Morgan. I salute you.
Wizard. Warden. Badass.
"Do you know why I didn't? Why I came to you?"
I shook my head.
"Because I knew," he whispered. He lifted his right hand, and I gripped it hard. "I knew that you knew how it felt to be an innocent man hounded by the Wardens."