Proven Guilty (The Dresden Files, Book 8)

Proven Guilty (The Dresden Files, Book 8)

Jim Butcher

Language: English

Pages: 576

ISBN: 0451461037

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The White Council of Wizards has drafted Harry Dresden as a Warden and assigned him to look into rumors of black magic in Chicago. Malevolent entities that feed on fear are loose in the Windy City, but it's all in a day's work for a wizard, his faithful dog, and a talking skull named Bob.

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Speaking. Try as I might, I could find nothing to join them together, to let me recognize them. Frustrated, I rose and went over to Daniel’s cot. I called up my Sight. It took me longer than normal. I braced myself and regarded the boy. I’d been right. He’d taken a psychic flogging. The phage had been worrying at his mind, his spirit, even as it had threatened his flesh. I could see the wounds as long, bleeding tears in his flesh. Poor little guy. It would haunt him. I hoped he would be able to.

Ground my teeth. My plan could still work, theoretically, but there was very little I could do to alter the outcome from here on in. I glanced back at Molly. Here we were. I’d brought her to this turn. I’d see it through. “Fine,” I said. “I can deal with this.” Ramirez arched an eyebrow at me. “I thought you’d look more upset.” “Would it help anything if I started foaming at the mouth?” “No,” Ramirez said. “It might explain a few things, but it wouldn’t help, per se.” “Water, bridge,” I.

If you could get me to come all the way down here, you’d have a chance to flutter your eyelashes and get me to do whatever it is you really want me to do.” She glanced aside. “It isn’t like that.” “It’s just like that.” “No,” she began. “I didn’t want this to be a bad thing…” “You manipulated me. You took advantage of my friendship. How is that not a bad thing?” My headache started rising up again. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t turn and walk away right now.” “Because my friend is in.

He spoke, the cab I’d called pulled up to the curb. I checked, and found my shadowy tail still outside, patient and motionless. Mouse let out another almost subaudible growl. My shadow wasn’t exactly going out of his way not to be noticed, which meant that he almost certainly wasn’t a hit man. A hired gun would do everything he could to stay invisible, preferably until several hours after I was cold and dead. Of course, he could be trying reverse psychology, I supposed. But that kind of.

Spun to face Glau. He watched the downed man for a few seconds, legs stiff. His back legs dug twice at the gravel, throwing up dust and rocks in challenge. Glau never stirred. Mouse sniffed and then let out a sneeze that might almost have been actual words: So there. Then the dog turned and trotted right over to me, favoring one leg slightly, grinning a proud canine grin. He shoved his broad head under my hand in his customary demand for an ear scratching. I did it, while something released in.

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