[Note: Sorry for the delay on this post, I’m right in the middle of exams at the moment]
Harry Dresden is doing…. something! I forget. Werewolves? Yeah let’s go with that.
Hey look it’s Susan!
She hurried over to me, and then I felt Susan’s warmth against me as she slid one of my arms over her shoulder and pressed up against my side.
Now isn’t the time Harry.
She was wearing jeans that showed off her long legs, and a dark red jacket that complemented her dark skin. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail, and it made her neck look slender and vulnerable.
Really not the time Harry
Susan felt soft and warm beyond belief, and smelled clean and delightfully feminine
ISN’T THERE SOMETHING MORE IMPORTANT YOU COULD BE THINKING ABOUT
Susan and Tera bundle Harry into an escape van and then he falls asleep for a bit so we can have a short time skip.
I didn’t wake up until the smell of fried grease and charred meat made me look up at the drive-thru window of a fast-food burger joint
I don’t think I’ve ever gotten drive-through burgers that were “charred”. Mostly they’re just sort of floppy.
Then again, maybe they’re taking him to a Burger King for some delicious 100 % flame grilled beef™!
I snagged a golden paper crown from one of the bags and idly joined it into a circle and put it on my head. Susan blinked at me, then let out a brief laugh.
“I am,” I intoned, with an imperious narrowing of my eyes, “the burger king.”
Oh I…. guess she actually did. Huh. That’s the trouble with writing these jokes as I think of them.
While they’re enjoying their Burger King Fries and Whoppers™ Tera explains that her blood was at the scene of the Lobo killing that the book opened with because she assumed that the wereagents would go for Marcone and was trying to ambush them. They turned out to be too strong so she skedaddled out of there. Also the goth kids are like her apprentices or whatever, but they’re not interesting so who cares.
“Maybe later,” I said and finished off the french fries. “Where are we going?”
“To a safe place, to arm and prepare ourselves.”
“Myself,” I contradicted her. “To prepare myself. I’m not taking you with me.”
“You are incorrect,” Tera said. “I am going with you.”
For fuck’s sake Harry have you not learned anything? And why the hell wouldn’t you want her as backup, she’s gotten way more shit done than you. SHE SAVED YOUR LIFE SEVERAL TIMES.
“Who are you?” I asked her finally.
“One who has lost too many of her family already,” she said. And then she settled back on the seat and withdrew from the conversation, falling silent.
“One who has lost too many …” I grumbled, frustrated, mocking her beneath my breath. I turned back to the front of the van and hunched my shoulders over my burger. “Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don’t-even-blink wench.”
Wow, I really hope Butcher wasn’t expecting us to side with Harry in this scene.
Anyway they get to a big house owned by one of the goth kid’s parents and blah blah unfunny banter Harry talks to a goth kid with the Stan Lee-approved name of Billy Borden.
Oh, good grief. The Mickey Mouse Club of werewolves wanted to throw in on my side. Werewolfkateer role call: Billy. Georgia. Tommy. Cindy. Sheesh.
I’m not entirely sure what Harry is even talking about anymore.
Billy tells Harry that there’s been a massive upswing in paranormal violence, with a forty percent rise in violent crime and a three hundred percent increase in abductions and disappearances over the last three years.
I knew that Murphy and some of the other cops said that the streets were getting worse
THREE HUNDRED PERCENT INCREASE IN ABDUCTIONS. That’s not “the streets are getting worse”, it’s “get, like, all the cops in here right now”.
And I knew myself, on some deep level, that the world was getting darker.
What’s that? I think it’s the sound of a myth arc being awkwardly shoehorned into the book!
Hell, it was one of the reasons I did idiotic things like I was doing tonight.
Why didn’t you mention this before
I mean, if criminals were trying, they couldn’t increase their production by three hundred percent
…. Their production of what? Missing people? Are the criminals collecting them?
Anyway the goth kids have been assembled to counter the rising tide of whatever, so they want to help take out the wereagents. Harry decides to dissuade them because he continues to have this irrational objection to never let anyone help him.
“More likely, if they go through you, they’re going to go through us, too. It would be smarter to pile on everything we’ve got in one place. With you.”
This is a perfectly sensible argument
He didn’t know what he would be going out to face.
Harry you said at the start you had never encountered werewolves before.
Eventually Harry concedes that he needs the help, but insists that he’s going to be the one in charge despite the fact that he really hasn’t done all that well in a lot of his confrontations so far. Also Billy and another one of the goth kids are in love but I don’t care.
I believed that there was a God, or something close enough to it to warrant the name-if there were demons, there had to be angels, right?
Well no, actually.
If there was a Devil, somewhere, there had to be a God
Unless the Devil is God and he’s just trolling everyone. See look, I can say faux-intellectual stuff about religion as well.
But He and I had never really seen things in quite the same terms.
I’m curious about what exactly Harry is talking about here, but he doesn’t explain further. I guess this is just the sort of thing an urban noirish hero is expected to say.
All the same, I flashed a look up at the ceiling. I didn’t say or think any words, but if God was listening, I hoped he got the message nonetheless. I didn’t want any of these children getting themselves killed.
Hey remember Kim? Because Harry seems to have forgotten all about her.
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