Dresden Files Mab Quotes

Think of every fairy-tale villainess you've ever heard of. Think of the wicked witches, the evil queens, the mad enchantresses. Think of the alluring sirens, the hungry ogresses, the savage she-beasts. Think of them and remember that somewhere, sometime, they've all been real. Mab gave them lessons.

I’d had a key to the marina’s locks at one time, but I’d lost track of it when I got shot, drowned, died, got revived into a coma, haunted my friends for a while, and then woke up in Mab’s bed. (My life. Hell’s bells.)

Lies. Mab cannot change who you are.

Mab turned back to me and eyed me up and down. She quirked one eyebrow, very slightly, somehow conveying layers of disapproval toward multiple aspects of my appearance, conduct, and situation, and said, 'Finally.' 'There’s been a lot on my mind,' I replied. 'It seems unlikely that your cares will lighten,' Queen Mab replied. 'Improve your mind.'

There's been a lot on my mind," I replied. "It seems unlikely that your cares will lighten," Queen Mab replied. "Improve your mind.

Mab had the kind of power you had to describe using exponents.

So," he said. "Mab." I grunted vaguely in reply. "You hit that," Sanya said.

I am somewhat proud of this," Mab's cold voice said. "To be sure, the White Christ never suffered so long or so terribly as did this traitor. Three days on a tree. Hardly enough time for a prelude. When it came to visiting agony, the Romans were hobbyists.

[Mab] was pale, beautiful on a scale that beggared simple description, and I harbored a healthy and rational terror of her.

This never happens again," I said quietly. "You try to get to me through other mortals again and I'll kill you." Mavra's rotted lips turned up at one corner. "No, you won't," she said in her dusty voice. "You don't have that kind of power." "I can get it," I said. "But you won't," she responded, mockery in her tone. "It wouldn't be right." I stared at her for a full ten seconds before I said, in a very quiet voice, "I've got a fallen angel tripping all over herself to give me more power. Queen Mab has asked me to take the mantle of Winter Knight twice now. I've read Kemmler's book. I know how the Darkhallow works. And I know how to turn necromancy against the Black Court." Mavra's filmed eyes flashed with anger. I continued to speak quietly, never raising my voice. "So once again, let me be perfectly clear. If anything happens to Murphy and I even think you had a hand in it, fuck right and wrong. If you touch her, I'm declaring war on you. Personally. I'm picking up every weapon I can get. And I'm using them to kill you. Horribly.

Thomas grunted. "Might have been smarter for them to have left you alone. Now you know something." I made an exasperated sound. "Yes. Those fools. By trying to kill me, they've revealed their very souls. I have them now." Thomas gave me a steady look. "Being Mab's bitch has made you a pessimist." "I am not a pessimist," I said loftily. "Though that can't last." That made Thomas grin. "Nice." "Thank you.

If you want to live, if you want your friends and family to live, I expect you to do more than survive it,” Mab said, sweeping out. “I expect you to skin them alive.

Could just be Chicago. Which can be just as scary as Mab, some days.

Mab narrowed her eyes, and a little smile graced her lips. “Impudent,” she said. “It’s sweet on you.

You’d think as long as I was gambling with my soul, I would have thought to get Mab to throw in fifty bucks an hour plus expenses.

So many terrible things are done for love,” Mab’s voice said. “For love will men mutilate themselves and murder rivals. For love will even a peaceful man go to war. For love, man will destroy himself, and that right willingly.

Now that I’ve got this to keep me safe off the island,” I said very quietly, “what’s to stop me from having Alfred drop you into a cell right this second, and solving my problems myself?” “I am,” Mab said. She gave me a very small, very chill smile, and held up her finger. There was a tiny droplet of my blood upon it, scarlet against her pale skin.

There was a small stone in her palm, a deep blue opal. I leaned a little closer, eyeing it. It was set on a silver stud—an earring. “It should suffice to contain the parasite for what time remains,” Mab said. “Put it on.” “My ears aren’t pierced,” I objected. Mab arched an eyebrow. “Are you the Winter Knight or some sort of puling child?” I scowled at her. “Come over here and say that.” At that, Mab calmly stepped onto the shore of Demonreach, until her toes were almost touching mine. She was several inches over six feet tall, and barely had to reach up to take my earlobe in her fingers. “Wait,” I said. “Wait.” She paused. “The left one.” Mab tilted her head. “Why?” “It’s . . . Look, it’s a mortal thing. Just do the left one, okay?” She exhaled briefly through her nose. Then she shook her head and changed ears.

Fox and Scorpion came to a brook,” Mab murmured, her voice low, sweet. “Wide was the water. Scorpion asked Fox for a ride on his back. Fox said, ‘Scorpion, will you not sting me?’ Scorpion said, ‘If I did, it would mean the death of us both.’ Fox agreed, and Scorpion climbed onto his back. Fox swam, but halfway over, Scorpion struck with his deadly sting. Fox gasped, ‘Fool, you have doomed us both. Why?’ ‘I am a scorpion,’ said Scorpion. ‘It is my nature.

Mab did not descend from her high seat so much as reality itself seemed to take a polite step to one side.

Mab glanced at me wearily. “You know what it is,” she said, “to sell pieces of your soul so that someone who will never know your name will have another chance at life.

Let's assume it was probably internal fairy stuff. That cuts it down to three suspects." "Three?" "The three people who could have managed it. Summer Queen, Winter Queen, Winter Knight. 1, 2, 3." "Harry, I said it could have been one of the queens...." I blinked up at the skull. "There are more than two?" "Yea... technically there are three." "THREE?" "...In each court." THREE QUEENS? In each court?! That's just silly..." "No, not if you think about it. Each court has three queens. The queen who was, the queen who is, and the queen who is to come." "Greeeat.... Which one does the knight work for?" "All of them. It's kind of a group thing. He has different duties to each queen." I felt the headache start at the base of my neck and creep towards the base of my head.

Just out of curiosity,” I said, “is it going to be possible for her to freeze someone’s heart and turn them into an ice statue?” Mab looked baffled.

I couldn’t arm wrestle an ogre, even with the mantle. I couldn’t have won a magical duel with Mab or Titania—probably not even against Maeve or Lily. I couldn’t outrun one of the Sidhe. But I could defy absolutely anyone. I could lift my will against that of anything, and know that the fight might be lopsided, but never hopeless.

It is a unicorn,” Mab said, “not a . . . ride-sharing service.

This has to do with your feud with Mab?” “Not a feud,” Bob says. “In a feud, both sides fight. This is more like me screaming and running away before she rips me apart.

It is foolish for most to attempt to chain a tigress,” Mab said. Her wide eyes swiveled to me. “Yet chains can be forged—and tigresses can be caged.

77 days 77 attempted murders Use your imagination, Mab sure as hell did. There was even a ticking crocodile.