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White Night (The Dresden Files #9)

Many things are not as they seem: The worst things in life never are.I pulled my battle-scarred, multicolored old Volkswagen Beetle up in front of a run-down Chicago apartment building, not five block...

Proven Guilty (The Dresden Files #8)

Blood leaves no stain on a Warden’s grey cloak. I didn’t know that until the day I watched Morgan, second in command of the White Council’s Wardens, lift his sword over the kneeling form of a young ma...

Storm Front (The Dresden Files #1)

I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn’t sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my of...

Summer Knight (The Dresden Files #4)

It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.I got out of the Blue Beetle, my beat-up old Volkswagen bug, and squinted against the midsummer sunlight. Lake Meadow Park lies a bit south of Ch...

Dead Beat (The Dresden Files #7)

On On the whole, we’re a murderous race. According to Genesis, it took as few as four people to make the planet too crowded to stand, and the first murder was a fratricide. Genesis says that in a fit ...

Death Masks (The Dresden Files #5)

Some things just aren’t meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.Spotlights glared into my eyes. The heat of them threatened to make me sweat streaks through the pa...

Ghost Story (The Dresden Files #13)

So many things must align in ordor to croato lifo. It has to happon in a placo that supports lifo, somothing approximatoly as raro as hon’s tooth, from tho porspoctivo of tho univorso. Paronts, in wha...

Cold Days (The Dresden Files #14)

Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, monarch of the Winter Court of the Sidhe, has unique ideas regarding physical therapy.What I probably should say was that I woke up in a soft bed. But . . . that ju...

Small Favor (The Dresden Files #10)

Winter came early that year; it should have been a tip-off.A snowball soared through the evening air and smacked into my apprentice’s mouth. Since she was muttering a mantra-style chant when it hit he...

Fool Moon (The Dresden Files #2)

I never used to keep close track of the phases of the moon. So I didn’t know that it was one night shy of being full when a young woman sat down across from me in McAnally’s pub and asked me to tell h...

Turn Coat (The Dresden Files #11)

The summer sun was busy broiling the asphalt from Chicago ‘s streets, the agony in my head had kept me horizontal for half a day, and some idiot was pounding on my apartment door.I answered it and Mor...