"this is why you're still single," my cousin would tell me.

"Harry," she said, "what if we can't find out who is doing it in time?"

"We'll find them," I said.

"But what if we don't?"

"Then we fight monsters.

Murphy took a deep breath and nodded as we stepped out into the summer night. "Damn right we do."

from one the novels out of jim butcher's the dresden files. actually, the, er, ninth book in the series. i haven't exactly read all nine, but --

i'm sorry, but i cant get enough of these things. it's like harry potter has gone to bed with the chronicles of narnia, and their child is embarrassed about a crush it has on twilight. not that i've read twilight, either, but you know what i mean:

over the top fantasy action sequences that inevitably dissolve into a sort of flippant deux ex machina, rife with sarcastic internal monologue and cheerily repressed sexuality --

summer needs to last forever.

i'm running twenty miles a week and baking bread and devouring fantasy novels like a fifteen foot troll who has escaped from the nevernever devours parking meters.

too bad there is only one week left, and i have yet to ensnare an opportunity for gainful employment.