Luccio:[burning a dossier with Young Morgan’s information in it] The Donald Morgan you knew is dead! Happy birthday! You’re the White Council’s baby now. Are you prepared to do whatever the Council asks of you!?
Young Morgan:[super stoked] YES!
Luccio: Can you keep your head about you when confronted with mind-blowing weirdness at every turn!?
Young Morgan: YES!
Luccio: Are you ready for anything?
Young Morgan: YES!
Luccio: …Are you still ready for anything?
Young Morgan: YE-[Luccio takes out a staff and clubs him in the knee]
Luccio: Wrong! Lesson number one, trust no one! The minute god crapped out the third caveman a conspiracy was hatched against one of them! Get up damn you!
Young Morgan: [hesitantly gets up]
Luccio: Your training starts now. When i’m through with you, you’ll be a member of the elite organization that’s been thanklessly defending this big-ass world since the Second Trojan War…the invisible one! [Opens portal to the Nevernever and shoves Morgan in]
Morgan: Although, I’ll be damned if he doesn’t disagree with me just because I said it.
Luccio: I don’t think that’s true.
Morgan: *turns around* Ebenezar, it’s hotter than hell in here!
Ebenezar: *without looking up* Freezing!
Morgan: Good coffee, though!
Ebenezar: *holds up coffee cup* Rat piss!
Morgan: The Merlin is an incompetent sucker.
Ebenezar: No, Morgan, he’s in fact one of the finest wizards I’ve ever had the good fortune of working with.
Morgan: *whirls around to Luccio* You’re a witness. *walks off*
There is something of a baby hierarchy in the Wardens
yeah yeah sure Greater Baja Blast is still banned but you know what? fuck the wizard council! i’m gonna invent Supreme Baja Blast, and it’s gonna make Greater Baja Blast look like a piddly little fuckin cantrip, that’s how much i don’t give a shit about what the council says. fuck em
Carlos: Morgan, come get this spider. I can’t get to it.
Morgan: I’m the justice department, not the pest control department
i bet crossing spears with someone to block entry into a location feels so fucking good
This is either Anastasia and Morgan back when he was an apprentice, or Morgan and one of the young wardens.
“Can you hit him with your knife?”
“I believe the technical term is stab.”
^ Things Morgan keeps insisting when all the not super weirdly tall people around him call him super weirdly tall
Morgan: Dresden, somewhere out there, there is a tree tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe.
Morgan: And I think you owe it an apology.
Morgan: I swear, Dresden, one more wisecrack out of you… Harry: Verbal threat! Threatening! I’m being threatened!
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