"You're the one who wanted to trek through Winter," I said, maybe a little mulishly, "of course it's freezing. Come here," I added, beckoning, palming the little spell I'd had Bob help me whip up before this trip in the other hand, "I'm not going to break our bargain by letting you freeze."
"You must be joking," Marcone said, "if I had to choose freezing might be a more comfortable way to go. I have seen the kind of damage-"
"I'm not going to use fire," I told him, a little offended; yes, I can channel fire easily - and destructively - but honestly, "just come here."
Marcone huffed a little, even as he picked his way back towards me, and I tried not to see the prowling steps of a tiger in his graceful movements. Marcone allowed himself to settle back almost in my lap, and I wrapped my arms around him - needs must - and muttered to the little egg-shaped stone, which glimmered and began to radiate the heat and warmth of the summer sun, gathered and concentrated; I grinned, a little - okay maybe a lot - smugly, as Marcone sighed a little and began to relax, shivers easing.
Summer in Winter (Dresden Files (books); Harry, Marcone)
"You must be joking," Marcone said, "if I had to choose freezing might be a more comfortable way to go. I have seen the kind of damage-"
"I'm not going to use fire," I told him, a little offended; yes, I can channel fire easily - and destructively - but honestly, "just come here."
Marcone huffed a little, even as he picked his way back towards me, and I tried not to see the prowling steps of a tiger in his graceful movements. Marcone allowed himself to settle back almost in my lap, and I wrapped my arms around him - needs must - and muttered to the little egg-shaped stone, which glimmered and began to radiate the heat and warmth of the summer sun, gathered and concentrated; I grinned, a little - okay maybe a lot - smugly, as Marcone sighed a little and began to relax, shivers easing.