Cold Days
A Novel of the Dresden Files
(Sprache: Englisch)
Now in paperback, this is the latest No.1 NYT bestselling novel in Jim Butcher's Dresden Files series.
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Now in paperback, this is the latest No.1 NYT bestselling novel in Jim Butcher's Dresden Files series.
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After a brief interlude in the afterlife, Harry Dresden's new job makes him wonder if death was really all that bad in this novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling series. Harry Dresden is no longer Chicago's only professional wizard. Now, he's Winter Knight to Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness. Her word is his command. And her first command is the seemingly impossible: kill an immortal. Worse still, there is a growing threat to an unfathomable source of magic that could mean the deaths of millions. Beset by enemies new and old, Harry must gather his friends and allies, prevent an apocalypse, and find a way out of his eternal subservience before his newfound infinite powers claim the only thing he has left to call his own... His soul.
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Chapter OneMab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, monarch of the Winter Court of the Sidhe, has unique ideas regarding physical therapy.
I woke up in softness.
What I probably should say was that I woke up in a soft bed. But . . . that just doesn t convey how soft this bed was. You know those old cartoons where people sleep on fluffy clouds? Those guys would wake up screaming in pain if they got suckered into taking one of those clouds after they d been in Mab s bed.
The fire in my chest had finally begun to die away. The heavy wool lining coating my thoughts seemed to have lightened up. When I blinked my eyes open, they felt gummy, but I was able to lift my arm, slowly, and wipe them clear. I d gone jogging on beaches with less sand than was in my eyes.
Man. Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.
I was in a bed.
A bed the size of my old apartment.
The sheets were all perfectly white and smooth. The bed was shrouded in drapes of more pure white, drifting on gentle currents of cool air. The temperature was cold enough that when I exhaled, my breath condensed, but I was comfortable beneath the bed s covering.
The curtains around the bed parted and a girl appeared.
She was probably too young to drink legally and she was one of the lovelier women I d ever seen in person. High cheekbones, exotic almond-shaped eyes. Her skin was a medium olive tone, her eyes an almost eerie shade of pale green-gold. Her hair was pulled back into a simple tail, she wore pale blue hospital scrubs, and she had no makeup at all.
Wow. Any woman who could wear that and still look that good was a freaking goddess.
Hello, she said, and smiled at me. Maybe it was just the bed talking, but the smile and her voice were even better than the rest of her.
Hi, I said. My voice came out in a croak that hardly sounded human. I started coughing.
She placed a covered
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tray on a little stand beside the bed and sat down on the edge of it. She took the cover off the tray and picked up a white china cup. She passed it to me, and it proved to be filled with not quite scalding chicken noodle soup. You do that every day. Talk before you ve gotten anything down your throat. Drink.
I did. Campbell s. And it was awesome. I flashed on a sudden memory of being sick when I was very young. I couldn t remember where we d been, but my dad had made me chicken noodle soup. It was the same.
I think . . . I remember some of it, I said, after several sips. Your name is . . . Sarah? She frowned, but I shook my head before she could speak. No, wait. Sarissa. Your name is Sarissa.
She lifted both eyebrows and smiled. That s a first. It looks like you re finally coming back into focus.
My stomach gurgled and at the same time a roaring hunger went through me. I blinked at the sudden sensation and started gurgling down more soup.
Sarissa laughed at me. It made the room feel brighter. Don t drown yourself. There s no rush.
I finished the cup, spilling only a little on my chin, and then murmured, The hell there isn t. I m starving. What else is there?
Tell you what, she said. Before you do that, let s shoot for another first.
Eh? I said.
Can you tell me your name?
What, you don t know?
Sarissa smiled again. Do you?
Harry Dresden, I said.
Her eyes sparkled and it made me feel good all the way to my toes. More so when she produced a plate that was piled with chicken and mashed potatoes and some other vegetables that I had little use for but which were probably good fo
I did. Campbell s. And it was awesome. I flashed on a sudden memory of being sick when I was very young. I couldn t remember where we d been, but my dad had made me chicken noodle soup. It was the same.
I think . . . I remember some of it, I said, after several sips. Your name is . . . Sarah? She frowned, but I shook my head before she could speak. No, wait. Sarissa. Your name is Sarissa.
She lifted both eyebrows and smiled. That s a first. It looks like you re finally coming back into focus.
My stomach gurgled and at the same time a roaring hunger went through me. I blinked at the sudden sensation and started gurgling down more soup.
Sarissa laughed at me. It made the room feel brighter. Don t drown yourself. There s no rush.
I finished the cup, spilling only a little on my chin, and then murmured, The hell there isn t. I m starving. What else is there?
Tell you what, she said. Before you do that, let s shoot for another first.
Eh? I said.
Can you tell me your name?
What, you don t know?
Sarissa smiled again. Do you?
Harry Dresden, I said.
Her eyes sparkled and it made me feel good all the way to my toes. More so when she produced a plate that was piled with chicken and mashed potatoes and some other vegetables that I had little use for but which were probably good fo
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Autoren-Porträt von Jim Butcher
Jim Butcher
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jim Butcher
- 2013, 640 Seiten, Maße: 10,6 x 19 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: ACE
- ISBN-10: 045141912X
- ISBN-13: 9780451419125
- Erscheinungsdatum: 19.08.2013
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for the Dresden FilesThink Buffy the Vampire Slayer starring Philip Marlowe. Entertainment Weekly
Fans of Laurell K. Hamilton and Tanya Huff will love this series. Midwest Book Review
Superlative. Publishers Weekly (starred review)
One of the most enjoyable marriages of the fantasy and mystery genres on the shelves. Cinescape
Butcher...spins an excellent noirish detective yarn in a well-crafted, supernaturally-charged setting. The supporting cast is again fantastic, and Harry s wit continues to fly in the face of a peril-fraught plot. Booklist (starred review)
What s not to like about this series?...It 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
A tricky plot complete with against-the-clock pacing, firefights, explosions, and plenty of magic. Longtime series fans as well as newcomers drawn by the SciFi Channel s TV series based on the novels should find this supernatural mystery a real winner. Library Journal
What would you get if you crossed Spenser with Merlin? Probably you would come up with someone very like Harry Dresden, wizard, tough guy and star of [the Dresden Files]. The Washington Times
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