Battle Ground
(Sprache: Englisch)
THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET SERIOUS FOR HARRY DRESDEN, CHICAGO'S ONLY PROFESSIONAL WIZARD, in the newest entry in the #1 New York Times bestselling Dresden Files, now in mass market.
Harry has faced terrible odds before. He has a long history of fighting...
Harry has faced terrible odds before. He has a long history of fighting...
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THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET SERIOUS FOR HARRY DRESDEN, CHICAGO'S ONLY PROFESSIONAL WIZARD, in the newest entry in the #1 New York Times bestselling Dresden Files, now in mass market.Harry has faced terrible odds before. He has a long history of fighting enemies above his weight class. The Red Court of vampires. The fallen angels of the Order of the Blackened Denarius. The Outsiders.
But this time it's different. A being more powerful and dangerous on an order of magnitude beyond what the world has seen in a millennium is coming. And she's bringing an army. The Last Titan has declared war on the city of Chicago, and has come to subjugate humanity, obliterating any who stand in her way.
Harry's mission is simple but impossible: Save the city by killing a Titan. And the attempt will change Harry's life, Chicago, and the mortal world forever.
Story Locale: alternate Chicago
Series Overview: Harry Dresden, Chicago's only professional wizard, gets down to business investigating paranormal crime in this #1 New York Times bestselling urban fantasy series that blends magic, mystery, and mayhem.
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OneApocalypses always kick off at the witching hour.
That's something you know now.
It makes sense, if you think about it. An apocalypse, by its nature, is kind of doomy and gloomy. The best time for gathering energy for that kind of working is when you're in the deepest, darkest, coldest part of the night. That time of stillness between, oh, two in the morning and dawn. There're a lot of names for that time of night. The witching hour. The hour of the wolf. The dead of night. I could go on and on, because we all have names for it.
But they're all talking about the same time. The hour when you sit up in bed, sweating from nightmares. The hour when you awaken for no reason but to fear the future. The hour when you stare at the clock, willing yourself to sleep, knowing it isn't going to happen, and weariness and despair beat upon the doors to the vaults of your mind with leaden clubs.
That's where an apocalypse begins: the witching hour.
And I was charging straight into one as fast as I could.
My brother's old boat, the Water Beetle, a seedy, beat-up twin to the Orca in Jaws, was too dumpy to skip over the waves of Lake Michigan as we headed for the blacked-out city of Chicago, but it bulldogged its way through them nonetheless.
An Enemy, capital E, was coming for my city, and the small portion of forces that the Accorded nations could gather in time was all that stood between the unknown power of the Fomor nation, led by a mad goddess bearing a supernatural superweapon, and about eight million powerless people with very little means of defending themselves.
I tried to give the boat's old engine a little more gas, and it started making a weird moaning noise. I gritted my teeth and eased off. I wouldn't protect anybody if the engine blew up on me and left us bobbing in the lake like a Styrofoam
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cup.
Murphy came limping up the stairway from belowdecks and eased into the wheelhouse with me. I was about six eight or six nine, depending on my shoes, and Murph had to wear thick socks to break five feet even, so I took up a little more space than she did.
But even so, she slipped up next to me and pressed herself against my side.
I put my arm around her and closed my eyes for a second and focused on nothing but the feel of her against me. Granted, the battle harness and the P90 she carried (illegally, if that mattered at this point) made her a little lumpier and pointier than the dictates of romance typically mandated for a love interest, but all things considered, I didn't mind. She was also warm and soft and tense and alert beside me.
I trusted her. Whatever was coming, she'd have my back, and she was tough and smart.
(And wounded, whispered some doubting part of me. And vulnerable.)
Shut up, me.
"How much longer?" Murphy asked.
"If any of the lights were on, we'd be able to see the skyline by now," I said. "How are our guests?"
"Worried," she said.
"Good," I said. "They should be." I looked down at her and said, "If anything happens, it will be near shore," I said. "Makes the most sense for the enemy to post their people or whatever there. Better tell everyone to be ready."
Murphy frowned at me and nodded. "You expecting trouble? I thought this Titan lady-"
"Ethniu," I supplied.
"Ethniu," she continued, without perturbation, "said she wasn't showing up until the witching hour. But it's after midnight."
"For practitioners, the witching hour is between two and three in the morning. And besides. I think a revenge-obsessed goddess might not make the most reliable newspaper or clock," I said. "I think the Fomor are an aquatic nation. I think if she's really bringing an army in, she'll have scouts and troublemakers already in position. And I
Murphy came limping up the stairway from belowdecks and eased into the wheelhouse with me. I was about six eight or six nine, depending on my shoes, and Murph had to wear thick socks to break five feet even, so I took up a little more space than she did.
But even so, she slipped up next to me and pressed herself against my side.
I put my arm around her and closed my eyes for a second and focused on nothing but the feel of her against me. Granted, the battle harness and the P90 she carried (illegally, if that mattered at this point) made her a little lumpier and pointier than the dictates of romance typically mandated for a love interest, but all things considered, I didn't mind. She was also warm and soft and tense and alert beside me.
I trusted her. Whatever was coming, she'd have my back, and she was tough and smart.
(And wounded, whispered some doubting part of me. And vulnerable.)
Shut up, me.
"How much longer?" Murphy asked.
"If any of the lights were on, we'd be able to see the skyline by now," I said. "How are our guests?"
"Worried," she said.
"Good," I said. "They should be." I looked down at her and said, "If anything happens, it will be near shore," I said. "Makes the most sense for the enemy to post their people or whatever there. Better tell everyone to be ready."
Murphy frowned at me and nodded. "You expecting trouble? I thought this Titan lady-"
"Ethniu," I supplied.
"Ethniu," she continued, without perturbation, "said she wasn't showing up until the witching hour. But it's after midnight."
"For practitioners, the witching hour is between two and three in the morning. And besides. I think a revenge-obsessed goddess might not make the most reliable newspaper or clock," I said. "I think the Fomor are an aquatic nation. I think if she's really bringing an army in, she'll have scouts and troublemakers already in position. And I
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Autoren-Porträt von Jim Butcher
Jim Butcher
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jim Butcher
- 2021, 576 Seiten, Maße: 10,5 x 19,1 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: ACE
- ISBN-10: 0593199316
- ISBN-13: 9780593199312
- Erscheinungsdatum: 27.10.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Just when you think he can t take it up a notch, Butcher proves once more that he is freaking amazing. Wicked cool. #1 New York Times bestselling author Patricia Briggs "Urban fantasy at its best, combining spectacular magic and deeply explored character." Publishers Weekly (starred review)
The arc begun in Peace Talks comes to a deadly, destructive finish in the 17th 'Dresden Files' book and nothing will be the same again. Library Journal (starred review)
Praise for Jim Butcher and The Dresden Files
Harry Dresden is a wholly original character in a wholly original world. Every book in the series is a great adventure. #1 New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris
I've been reading the Dresden Files for more than a decade, and somehow, every book gets better. It's my favorite kind of story: delightful, deep, complicated, rare, and wonderful. #1 New York Times bestselling author Patrick Rothfuss
Jim Butcher has long proven he can juggle multiple threads of political intrigue, personal drama, and threat with a masterful use of action and tension. . . . Harry s hard-earned grit keeps his head above the magical waters and me on the edge of my seat. #1 New York Times bestselling author Kim Harrison
Think Buffy the Vampire Slayer starring Philip Marlowe. Entertainment Weekly
One of the most enjoyable marriages of the fantasy and mystery genres on the shelves. Cinescape
Takes the best elements of urban fantasy, mixes it with some good old-fashioned noir mystery, tosses in a dash of romance and a lot of high-octane action, shakes, stirs, and serves. SF Site
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