Bob in the castle

“Bob,” I called. “Hey, Bob. Come and sit, buddy. We need to talk.”
Within a second a blue light that seemed to almost radiate out of the freshly painted cinder-block walls darted around the circumference of the room and into the skull on the shelf.
Within a second or two, orange lights kindled to life within the skull’s eye sockets, glowing like little candleflames, and the thing shuddered on the shelf, teeth clicking, before the skull pivoted very slightly in place and faced my stool next to the worktable.
“Hoo boy! Running this place is like driving a monster truck, Harry!”
The castle, itself a massive magical construct designed and built in bygone days by some hoary old wizard long since dead, required a spiritual conductor to ensure its various defenses and features functioned properly. Bob was more than up to the task, and I suspected that he took secret delight in his new monster truck.


The Law: A Dresden Files Novella Chapter 4, Page 19-20