Grave Peril (The Dresden Files, Book 3)
Jim Butcher
Language: English
Pages: 378
ISBN: 0451458443
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In all his years of supernatural sleuthing, Harry Dresden has never faced anything like this: the spirit world's gone postal. These ghosts are tormented, violent, and deadly. Someone-or something-is purposely stirring them up to wreak unearthly havoc. But why? If Harry doesn't figure it out soon, he could wind up a ghost himself.
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or observed. I could be using it as an excuse to provide a reasonable explanation why you should help a lady in distress.” “That’s pretty much what’s going through my mind, Lydia, yeah. You could just be a small-time witch who stirred up the wrong demon and is looking for a way out.” She spread her hands. “All I can tell you is that I’m not. I know that something’s coming. I don’t know what, and I don’t know why or how. I just know what I see.” “Which is?” “Fire,” she whispered. “Wind. I see
up whatever power I had left to close the circle and to begin the vortex again. If I was right, I would free Lydia, maybe permanently. If I was wrong, this was the last of my energy, and I’d dump it into the earth for nothing. The Nightmare would presumably kill us—and I didn’t think any of us were in shape to do anything about it. Energy gathered in the circle, rising in a growing whirl of invisible, tingling power. I stretched out my hand and willed more energy into it, feeling dizzy. The
cold, a beacon flashing out against that night. The light came, our memories, the warmth of us, she and I, and battered down the walls inside her, crushed away Lea’s lingering spell, tore those memories away from my godmother, wherever she was, and brought them back home. I heard her cry out at the sudden flush of memory, as awareness washed over her. She changed, right there against me—the hard, alien tension changed. It didn’t vanish, but it changed. It became Susan’s tension, Susan’s
she’ll be giving gifts.” He smiled at me. “It’s only civilized.” I eyed him. I wasn’t used to vampires being so chatty. “Why are you being so helpful?” He laid his fingers upon his chest, lifting his eyebrows in a perfectly executed “who me?” expression. “Why, Mister Dresden. Why should I not help you?” “You’re a vampire.” “So I am,” he said. “But, I’m afraid, I’m not a terribly good one.” He gave me a sunny smile and said, “Of course, I could also be lying.” I snorted. “So, Mister Dresden.
we don’t get out of this place soon.” “I’ve got a feeling you’re right,” I said. “Susan? Are you okay? You ready to get out of here?” Susan brushed her hair idly back from her face with one hand, and turned to stare at me, frowning slightly. “What?” I asked. “Look, you didn’t have to do what you did, but we can work on getting it taken care of. Let’s just get out of here. Okay?” “Okay,” she said. Then her frown deepened and she peered at me. “This is going to sound odd, but—do I know you?”