I still see Whoopie as the PERFECT Martha Liberty. Especially in this scene...
The first was a woman better than six feet tall. She wore her grey hair coiled
in a net at the base of her neck. She had already put on her robes of office,
black silk nearly the same color as her skin, and her purple stole echoed the
gems at her throat. Her eyebrows were still dark, and she had one of them
arched as she regarded Ebenezar, then me, with a completely unamused
expression. When she spoke, her voice was a low, rich alto. "Lollygagging
skunkwallows?"
"Matty—" Ebenezar began, laughter still flavoring his words. "You know how
I get when I'm talking about Council politics."
"Don't you 'Matty' me, Ebenezar McCoy," she snapped. She looked past my
old mentor to focus on me. "Wizard Dresden, I am less than amused with
your lack of respect toward the White Council."
I lifted my chin and glared down at the woman without meeting her eyes. It's
a tough trick to learn, but if
you're motivated enough you can do it. "That's a coincidence. I'm not terribly
amused with you spying on me."
The black woman's eyes flashed, but Ebenezar cut in before either of us could
gather any more steam. "Harry Dresden," he said dryly, "Meet Martha
Liberty."
She shot him a look and said pointedly, "He's arrogant, Ebenezar.
Dangerous."
I snorted. "That's every wizard ever."
Martha continued as if I hadn't spoken. "Bitter. Angry. Obsessive."
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