The Dresden Files Collection 7-12: A Fragment of Life (The Dresden Files Box-Set)
Language: English
Pages: 640
ISBN: B004GB1IBE
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
More information to be announced soon on this forthcoming title from Penguin USA.
Every Which Way But Dead (The Hollows, Book 3)
Under Attack (Underworld Detection Agency, Book 2)
Magic on the Storm (Allie Beckstrom, Book 4)
Death's Rival (Jane Yellowrock, Book 5)
Biting Bad: A Chicagoland Vampires Novel
snapped up immediately, invisibly. Butters looked around for a second and then said, “It didn’t work.” “It worked,” I told him. “It’s there. I can feel it. Try again.” Butters nodded and went back to his gizmo. Five seconds later, his face brightened. “Hey, whaddya know. It worked. So this circle keeps out magic?” “And only magic,” I said. “Anything physical can cross it and disrupt the barrier. Handy for hedging out demons and such, though.” “I’ll remember that,” Butters said. He peered down
involved.” “Are you saying that you think Cowl was using the vampires as a tool?” Morgan asked. “I think they had a deal,” I said. “The vampires throw their first major offensive at the right time to let Cowl pull off this Darkhallow.” “But what do they get out of it?” Morgan asked. I glanced at Listens-to-Wind and said, “The Senior Council.” “Impossible,” Morgan said. “By that time, they had to know that the Senior Council was back at Edinburgh. The defenses there have been built over
while. I opened the Coke, drank, and settled back with my eyes closed. Mouse lumbered over to sit down by the couch and lay his massive head on one knee. He pawed at my leg. “I’m fine,” I told him. He exhaled through his nose, doggie expression somehow skeptical, and I scratched his ears, to prove it. “Thanks for the ride, Murph.” “Sure,” she said. She brought out a plastic sack she’d carried in and tossed it on the floor. It held my robe, stole, and cloak, all of them spattered with blood.
of someone. That could mean that he had a prisoner somewhere he was interrogating. On the other hand, it could just as likely mean that no matter how many drinks he poured, he couldn’t get an informant to open up on a given topic. I also knew that he had confronted me before at some point—which was a great deal more than I knew about Grey Cloak. He was something very different. He had tried to kill me a couple of times already, and was apparently responsible for at least some of the recent
in astronomical units, it probably isn’t a good bet. So, going in there would be bad. If I didn’t go in, though, it would be just Ivy and Kincaid against all of them. In a deadly business, Kincaid was one of the deadliest, at the top of the field for centuries—but there was only one of him. Ivy had vast knowledge to draw upon, of course, but once she’d been cut off and expended whatever magic she had immediately available to her, the only thing she’d be able to do with all that knowledge would
