Wizard-mob. Day 10. Gentleman Johnny Marcone

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"Obviously, I am not Harry Dresden. My name is something I rarely trouble to remember, but for most of my adult life, I have been called John Marcone.
I am a professional monster.
It sounds pretentious. After all, I’m not a flesh-devouring ghoul, hiding behind a human mask until it is time to gorge. I’m no vampire, to drain the blood or soul from my victim, no ogre, no demon, no cursed beast from the spirit world dwelling amid the unsuspecting sheep of humanity. I’m not even possessed of the mystic abilities of a mortal wizard.
But they will never be what I am. One and all, those beings were born to be what they are.
I made a choice." — John Marcone, Even Hand.

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"Gentleman Johnny Marcone didn’t look like the sort of man who would have my legs broken or my jaw wired shut. His salt-and-pepper hair was cut short, and there were lines from sun and smiling etched into the corners of his eyes. His eyes were the green of well-worn dollar bills. He seemed more like a college football coach: good-looking, tanned, athletic, and enthusiastic." - Harry Dresden, Storm Front.


"I interrupted him purely because I knew how much it would annoy him. “Look, we both know you’re going to do it, and I’m too tired to dance,” I told him. “What do you want?”
There was a moment of silence that might have been vaguely irritated. Being adolescent at someone like Marcone is good for my morale.
“Say please,” Marcone said.
I blinked. “What?”
“Say please, Dresden,” he replied, his tone smooth. “Ask me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Give me a break.”
“We both know you need me, Dresden, and I’m too tired to dance.” I could practically see the shark smile on his face. “Say please.”
I stewed for a sullen minute before I realized that doing so was probably building Marcone’s morale, and I couldn’t have that. “Fine,” I said. “Please.”
“Pretty please,” Marcone prompted me.
Some pyromaniacal madman’s thoughts flooded my forebrain, but I took a deep breath, Tasered my pride, and said, “Pretty please.”
“With a cherry on top.”
“Fuck you,” I said, and hung up on him." - Harry Dresden, White Knight.


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