Small Favor (The Dresden Files, Book 10)
Jim Butcher
Language: English
Pages: 560
ISBN: 0451462009
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
THE New York Times Bestseller
Harry Dresden?s life finally seems to be calming down?until a shadow from the past returns. Mab, monarch of the Sidhe Winter Court, calls in an old favor from Harry?one small favor that will trap him between a nightmarish foe and an equally deadly ally, and that will strain his skills?and loyalties?to their very limits.
Provenance (Rogue Angel, Book 11)
Ashes of Honor (October Daye, Book 6)
Second Grave on the Left (Charley Davidson, Book 2)
Shaman Rises (Walker Papers, Book 9)
St. Mary of the Angels. It’s a big church. A really, really big church. It takes up a full city block, and is one of the town’s more famous landmarks, Chicago’s version of Notre Dame. The drive leading up to the delivery doors in the back of the church had been cleared, as had the little parking lot outside it. Michael’s truck was there. The ambient glow of winter night showed me his form and Sanya’s, standing outside the truck, both of them wearing long white cloaks emblazoned with scarlet
hadn’t said a damned thing about where we were going—or how anyone was doing after the events of the night before. The Stroger building, the new hospital that has replaced the old Cook County complex as Chicago’s nerve center of medicine, is only a few yards away from the old clump of buildings. It looks kind of like a castle. If you scrunch up your eyes a little, you can almost imagine its features as medieval ramparts and towers and crenellation, standing like some ancient mountain bastion,
But that doesn’t mean I’m planning on carrying out the deed.” She stared at me in silence for ten or fifteen seconds. Then she turned to her desk, drew out a notepad, and wrote something on a piece of paper. She folded it and offered it to me. I reached out for it, but when I tugged she didn’t let go. “Promise me,” she said. “Give me your word that you’ll do everything you can to help him.” I sighed. Of course. The words tasted like a rancid pickle coated in salt and vinegar, but I managed to
see them.” I nodded at Thomas. He lifted his hand, holding his car key, and pointed it at the Hummer. It clunked and chirped, its doors locking. He came around the car, sword belt hanging over his shoulder, while I broke trail to the front porch, struggling through the snow. I knocked as much of the powder as I could off my lower body, using it as an excuse to give me time to ready my shield bracelet. I didn’t particularly want to step through a dark doorway, presenting a shooting-gallery
to be talking to.” “Nicodemus. The head of the Denarians,” she said. “The man who tried to kill my father and my teacher, and did his best to put a demon inside my little brother’s head.” I blinked. “How did you know about—” “The usual, eavesdropping on Mom and Dad,” she replied impatiently. “The point being that I’m not going to be tempted to pick up one of his coins, Harry.” “I’m not talking about you being tempted, kid,” I said. “I’m worried about Nicodemus. Given everything that’s going
