Amoracchius, Esperacchius, and Fidelacchius. Love, hope, and faith. [And the greatest of these is love. She smiles a little.] There's no 'semblance' involved, Bruce. They are what they are. Excaliber, Durendal, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi. Whatever you want to call them. Dresden's current theory is that the wielders have all descended from royalty, or something, which seems kind of sketchy to me.

[She plucks at the hem of the shirt she's wearing.] I've been offered Fidelacchius twice. The swords aren't just tools. They're a calling. One you have to be willing to die for.

[Murphy clears her throat, realizing with an uncomfortable little jolt how much she's thought about the weapons and her steadfast refusal to pick one up.] They're not something to rely on, in any case.