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“My brother the vampire, whose kiss was a slow death sentence, had a stable and loving relationship with a girl who was crazy about him. By contrast, I could barely talk to a woman, at least about anything pertaining to a relationship. Given that my only long-term girlfriends had faked their own death, died, and broken free of enslaving enchantments to end the relationship, the empirical evidence seemed to indicate that he knew something I didn't. Keep your life tonight, Harry. Complicate it tomorrow.”

Quote by Jim Butcher

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Jim Butcher
Jim Butcher

Jim Butcher, born on October 26, 1971, is an American fantasy author known for his unique world-building and imaginative storytelling. His 'Dresden Files' series has gained immense popularity among readers. more

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