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১ Free  ⩡ Storm Front (The Dresden Files, Book 1)  㓐 Ebook Author Jim Butcher ᄜ ১ Free ⩡ Storm Front (The Dresden Files, Book 1) 㓐 Ebook Author Jim Butcher ᄜ STORM FRONTALSO BY JIM BUTCHERTHE DRESDEN FILESFOOL MOONGRAVE PERILSUMMER KNIGHTDEATH MASKSBLOOD RITESDEAD BEATPROVEN GUILTYWHITE NIGHTTHE CODEX ALERAFURIES OF CALDERONACADEMS FURYCURSORS FURYCAPTAINS FURYSTORM FRONTAcknowledgmentsChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenChapter NineteenChapter TwentyChapter Twenty oneChapter Twenty twoChapter Twenty threeChapter Twenty fourChapter Twenty fiveChapter Twenty sixChapter Twenty sevenAuthors NoteAcknowledgmentsSpecial thanks go out to Caroline, Fred, Debra, Tara, and Corin the original Harry Dresden fans Without the perverse desire to make you guys scream at me to write the next chapter, Harry would never have gotten into so much trouble More thanks are due to Ricia Mainhardt and to A J Janschewitz, great agents and good people, and to Chris Ely, who is just an all around neat person.Superspecial thanks to my son, J.J., who believed his dada had written a good book even if he couldnt read it.And thank you, Shannon, for too many things to list Youre my angel One day, I will learn to turn my socks right side out before throwing them on the bedroom floor.Chapter OneI heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual He didnt sound right His footsteps fell heavily, jauntily, and he whistled A new guy He whistled his way to my office door, then fell silent for a moment Then he laughed.Then he knocked.I winced My mail comes through the mail slot unless its registered I get a really limited selection of registered mail, and its never good news I got up out of my office chair and opened the door.The new mailman, who looked like a basketball with arms and legs and a sunburned, balding head, was chuckling at the sign on the door glass He glanced at me and hooked a thumb toward the sign Youre kidding, right I read the sign people change it occasionally , and shook my head No, Im serious Can I have my mail, please So, uh Like parties, shows, stuff like that He looked past me, as though he expected to see a white tiger, or possibly some skimpily clad assistants prancing around my one room office.I sighed, not in the mood to get mocked again, and reached for the mail he held in his hand No, not like that I dont do parties.He held on to it, his head tilted curiously So what Some kinda fortune teller Cards and crystal balls and things No, I told him Im not a psychic I tugged at the mail.He held on to it What are you, then Whats the sign on the door say It says Harry Dresden Wizard.Thats me, I confirmed.An actual wizard he asked, grinning, as though I should let him in on the joke Spells and potions Demons and incantations Subtle and quick to anger Not so subtle I jerked the mail out of his hand and looked pointedly at his clipboard Can I sign for my mail please The new mailmans grin vanished, replaced with a scowl He passed over the clipboard to let me sign for the mail another late notice from my landlord , and said, Youre a nut Thats what you are He took his clipboard back, and said, You have a nice day, sir.I watched him go.Typical, I muttered, and shut the door.My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden Conjure by it at your own risk Im a wizard I work out of an office in midtown Chicago As far as I know, Im the only openly practicing professional wizard in the country You can find me in the yellow pages, under Wizards Believe it or not, Im the only one there My ad looks like this HARRY DRESDENWIZARDLOST ITEMS FOUND PARANORMAL INVESTIGATIONS.CONSULTING ADVICE REASONABLE RATES.NO LOVE POTIONS, ENDLESS PURSES, PARTIES, OR OTHER ENTERTAINMENT.Youd be surprised how many people call just to ask me if Im serious But then, if youd seen the things Id seen, if you knew half of what I knew, youd wonder how anyone could not think I was serious.The end of the twentieth century and the dawn of the new millennium had seen something of a renaissance in the public awareness of the paranormal Psychics, haunts, vampiresyou name it People still didnt take them seriously, but all the things Science had promised us hadnt come to pass Disease was still a problem Starvation was still a problem Violence and crime and war were still problems In spite of the advance of technology, things just hadnt changed the way everyone had hoped and thought they would.Science, the largest religion of the twentieth century, had become somewhat tarnished by images of exploding space shuttles, crack babies, and a generation of complacent Americans who had allowed the television to raise their children People were looking for somethingI think they just didnt know what And even though they were once again starting to open their eyes to the world of magic and the arcane that had been with them all the while, they still thought I must be some kind of joke.Anyway, it had been a slow month A slow pair of months, actually My rent from February didnt get paid until the tenth of March, and it was looking like it might be even longer until I got caught up for this month.My only job had been the previous week, when Id gone down to Branson, Missouri, to investigate a country singers possibly haunted house It hadnt been My client hadnt been happy with that answer, and had been even less happy when I suggested he lay off of any intoxicating substances and try to get some exercise and sleep, and see if that didnt help things than an exorcism Id gotten travel expenses plus an hours pay, and gone away feeling I had done the honest, righteous, and impractical thing I heard later that hed hired a shyster psychic to come in and perform a ceremony with a lot of incense and black lights Some people.I finished up my paperback and tossed it into the DONE box There was a pile of read and discarded paperbacks in a cardboard box on one side of my desk, the spines bent and the pages mangled Im terribly hard on books I was eyeing the pile of unread books, considering which to start next, given that I had no real work to do, when my phone rang.I stared at it in a somewhat surly fashion We wizards are terrific at brooding After the third ring, when I thought I wouldnt sound a little too eager, I picked up the receiver and said, Dresden.Oh Is this, um, Harry Dresden The, ah, wizard Her tone was apologetic, as though she were terribly afraid she would be insulting me.No, I thought Its Harry Dresden the, ah, lizard Harry the wizard is one door down.It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy It is not, however, the prerogative of freelance consultants who are late on their rent, so instead of saying something smart, I told the woman on the phone, Yes, maam How can I help you today I, um, she said Im not sure Ive lost something, and I think maybe you could help me.Finding lost articles is a specialty, I said What would I be looking for There was a nervous pause My husband, she said She had a voice that was a little hoarse, like that of a cheerleader whod been working a long tournament, but had enough weight of years in it to place her as an adult.My eyebrows went up Maam, Im not really a missing persons specialist Have you contacted the police or a private investigator No, she said, quickly No, they cant That is, I havent Oh dear, this is all so complicated Not something someone can talk about on the phone Im sorry to have taken up your time, Mr Dresden.Hold on now, I said quickly Im sorry, you didnt tell me your name.There was that nervous pause again, as though she were checking a sheet of written notes before answering Call me Monica.People who know diddly about wizards dont like to give us their names Theyre convinced that if they give a wizard their name from their own lips it could be used against them To be fair, theyre right.I had to be as polite and harmless as I could She was about to hang up out of pure indecision, and I needed the job I could probably turn hubby up, if I worked at it.Okay, Monica, I told her, trying to sound as melodious and friendly as I could If you feel your situation is of a sensitive nature, maybe you could come by my office and talk about it If it turns out that I can help you best, I will, and if not, then I can direct you to someone I think can help you better I gritted my teeth and pretended I was smiling No charge.It must have been the no charge that did it She agreed to come right out to the office, and told me that she would be there in an hour That put her estimated arrival at about two thirty Plenty of time to go out and get some lunch, then get back to the office to meet her.The phone rang again almost the instant I put it down, making me jump I peered at it I dont trust electronics Anything manufactured after the forties is suspectand doesnt seem to have much liking for me You name it cars, radios, telephones, TVs, VCRsnone of them seem to behave well for me I dont even like to use automatic pencils.I answered the phone with the same false cheer I had summoned up for Monica Husband Missing This is Dresden, may I help you Harry, I need you at the Madison in the next ten minutes Can you be there The voice on the other end of the line was also a womans, cool, brisk, businesslike.Why, Lieutenant Murphy, I gushed, overflowing with saccharine, its good to hear from you, too Its been so long Oh, theyre fine, fine And your family Save it, Harry Ive got a couple of bodies here, and I need you to take a look around.I sobered immediately Karrin Murphy was the director of Special Investigations out of downtown Chicago, a de facto appointee of the Police Commissioner to investigate any crimes dubbed unusual Vampire attacks, troll maraudings, and faery abductions of children didnt fit in very neatly on a police reportbut at the same time, people got attacked, infants got stolen, property was damaged or destroyed And someone had to look into it.In Chicago, or pretty much anywhere in Chicagoland, that person was Karrin Murphy I was her library of the supernatural on legs, and a paid consultant for the police department But two bodies Two deaths by means unknown I hadnt handled anything like that for her before.Where are you I asked her.Madison Hotel on Tenth, seventh floor.Thats only a fifteen minute walk from my office, I said.So you can be here in fifteen minutes Good.Um, I said I looked at the clock Monica No Last Name would be here in a little than forty five minutes Ive sort of got an appointment.Dresden, Ive sort of got a pair of corpses with no leads and no suspects, and a killer walking around loose Your appointment can wait.My temper flared It does that occasionally It cant, actually, I said But Ill tell you what Ill stroll on over and take a look around, and be back here in time for it.Have you had lunch yet she asked.What She repeated the question.No, I said.Dont There was a pause, and when she spoke again, there was a sort of greenish tone to her words Its bad.How bad are we talking here, Murph Her voice softened, and that scared me than any images of gore or violent death could have Murphy was the original tough girl, and she prided herself on never showing weakness Its bad, Harry Please dont take too long Special Crimes is itching to get their fingers on this one, and I know you dont like people to touch the scene before you can look around.Im on the way, I told her, already standing and pulling on my jacket.Seventh floor, she reminded me See you there.Okay.I turned off the lights to my office, went out the door, and locked up behind me, frowning I wasnt sure how long it was going to take to investigate Murphys scene, and I didnt want to miss out on speaking with Monica Ask Me No Questions So I opened the door again, got out a piece of paper and a thumbtack, and wrote Out briefly Back for appointment at 2 30 DresdenThat done, I started down the stairs I rarely use the elevator, even though Im on the fifth floor Like I said, I dont trust machines Theyre always breaking down on me just when I need them.Besides which If I were someone in this town using magic to kill people two at a time, and I didnt want to get caught, Id make sure that I removed the only practicing wizard the police department kept on retainer I liked my odds on the stairwell a lot better than I did in the cramped confines of the elevator.Paranoid Probably But just because youre paranoid doesnt mean that there isnt an invisible demon about to eat your face.Chapter TwoKarrin Murphy was waiting for me outside the Madison Karrin and I are a study in contrasts Where I am tall and lean, shes short and stocky Where I have dark hair and dark eyes, shes got Shirley Temple blond locks and baby blues Where my features are all lean and angular, with a hawkish nose and a sharp chin, hers are round and smooth, with the kind of cute nose youd expect on a cheerleader.It was cool and windy, like it usually is in March, and she wore a long coat that covered her pantsuit Murphy never wore dresses, though I suspected shed have muscular, well shaped legs, like a gymnast She was built for function, and had a pair of trophies in her office from aikido tournaments to prove it Her hair was cut at shoulder length and whipped out wildly in the spring wind She wasnt wearing earrings, and her makeup was of sufficient quality and quantity that it was tough to tell she had on any at all She looked like a favorite aunt or a cheerful mother than a hard bitten homicide detective.Dont you have any other jackets, Dresden she asked, as I came within hailing distance There were several police cars parked illegally in front of the building She glanced at my eyes for a half second and then away, quickly I had to give her credit It was than most people did It wasnt really dangerous unless you did it for several seconds, but I was used to anyone who knew I was a wizard making it a point not to glance at my face.I looked down at my black canvas duster, with its heavy mantling and waterproof lining and sleeves actually long enough for my arms Whats wrong with this one It belongs on the set of El Dorado.And She snorted, an indelicate sound from so small a woman, and spun on her heel to walk toward the hotels front doors.I caught up and walked a little ahead of her.She sped her pace So did I We raced one another toward the front door, with increasing speed, through the puddles left over from last nights rain.My legs were longer I got there first I opened the door for her and gallantly gestured for her to go in It was an old contest of ours Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts Try and convict me if Im a bad person for thinking so I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowersall that sort of thing.It irritates the hell out of Murphy, who had to fight and claw and play dirty with the hairiest men in Chicago to get as far as she has She glared up at me while I stood there holding open the door, but there was a reassurance about the glare, a relaxation She took an odd sort of comfort in our ritual, annoying as she usually found it.How bad was it up on the seventh floor, anyway We rode the elevator in a sudden silence We knew one another well enough, by this time, that the silences were not uncomfortable I had a good sense of Murphy, an instinctual grasp for her moods and patterns of thoughtsomething I develop whenever Im around someone for any length of time Whether its a natural talent or a supernatural one I dont know.My instincts told me that Murphy was tense, stretched as tight as piano wire She kept it off her face, but there was something about the set of her shoulders and neck, the stiffness of her back, that made me aware of it.Or maybe I was just projecting it onto her The confines of the elevator made me a bit nervous I licked my lips and looked around the interior of the car My shadow and Murphys fell on the floor, and almost looked as though they were sprawled there There was something about it that bothered me, a nagging little instinct that I blew off as a case of nerves Steady, Harry.She let out a harsh breath just as the elevator slowed, then sucked in another one before the doors could open, as though she were planning on holding it for as long as we were on the floor and breathing only when she got back in the elevator again.Blood smells a certain way, a kind of sticky, almost metallic odor, and the air was full of it when the elevator doors opened My stomach quailed a little bit, but I swallowed manfully and followed Murphy out of the elevator and down the hall past a couple of uniform cops, who recognized me and waved me past without asking to see the little laminated card the city had given me Granted, even in a big city department like Chicago P.D., they didnt exactly call in a horde of consultants I went down in the paperwork as a psychic consultant, I think , but still Unprofessional of the boys in blue.Murphy preceded me into the room The smell of blood grew thicker, but there wasnt anything gruesome behind door number one The outer room of the suite looked like some kind of a sitting room done in rich tones of red and gold, like a set from an old movie in the thirtiesexpensive looking, but somehow faux, nonetheless Dark, rich leather covered the chairs, and my feet sank into the thick, rust colored shag of the carpet The velvet velour curtains had been drawn, and though the lights were all on, the place still seemed a little too dark, a little too sensual in its textures and colors It wasnt the kind of room where you sit and read a book Voices came from a doorway to my right.Wait here a minute, Murphy told me Then she went through the door to the right of the entryway and into what I supposed was the bedroom of the suite.I wandered around the sitting room with my eyes mostly closed, noting things Leather couch Two leather chairs Stereo and television in a black glossy entertainment center Champagne bottle warming in a stand holding a brimming tub of what had been ice the night before, with two empty glasses set beside it There was a red rose petal on the floor, clashing with the carpeting but then, in that room, what didnt.A bit to one side, under the skirt of one of the leather recliners, was a little piece of satiny cloth I bent at the waist and lifted the skirt with one hand, careful not to touch anything A pair of black satin panties, a tiny triangle with lace coming off the points, lay there, one strap snapped as though the thong had simply been torn off Kinky.The stereo system was state of the art, though not an expensive brand I took a pencil from my pocket and pushed the PLAY button with the eraser Gentle, sensual music filled the room, a low bass, a driving drumbeat, wordless vocals, the heavy breathing of a woman as background.The music continued for a few seconds , and then it began to skip over a section about two seconds long, repeating it over and over again.I grimaced Like I said, I have this effect on machinery It has something to do with being a wizard, with working with magical forces The delicate and modern the machine is, the likely it is that something will go wrong if I get close enough to it I can kill a copier at fifty paces.The love suite, came a mans voice, drawing the word love out into luuuuuuuv What do you think, Mister Man Hello, Detective Carmichael, I said, without turning around Carmichaels rather light, nasal voice had a distinctive quality He was Murphys partner and the resident skeptic, convinced that I was nothing than a charlatan, scamming the city out of its hard earned money Were you saving the panties to take home yourself, or did you just overlook them I turned and looked at him He was short and overweight and balding, with beady, bloodshot eyes and a weak chin His jacket was rumpled, and there were food stains on his tie, all of which served to conceal a razor intellect He was a sharp cop, and absolutely ruthless at tracking down killers.He walked over to the chair and looked down Not bad, Sherlock, he said But thats just foreplay Waitll you see the main attraction Ill have a bucket waiting for you He turned and killed the malfunctioning CD player with a jab from the eraser end of his own pencil.I widened my eyes at him, to let him know how terrified I was, then walked past him and into the bedroom And regretted it I looked, noted details mechanically, and quietly shut the door on the part of my head that had started screaming the second I entered the room.They must have died sometime the night before, as rigor mortis had already set in They were on the bed she was astride him, body leaned back, back bowed like a dancers, the curves of her breasts making a lovely outline He stretched beneath her, a lean and powerfully built man, arms reaching out and grasping at the satin sheets, gathering them in his fists Had it been an erotic photograph, it would have made a striking tableau.Except that the lovers rib cages on the upper left side of their torsos had expanded outward, through their skin, the ribs jabbing out like ragged, snapped knives Arterial blood had sprayed out of their bodies, all the way to the mirror on the ceiling, along with pulped, gelatinous masses of flesh that had to be what remained of their hearts Standing over them, I could see into the upper cavity of the bodies I noted the now greyish lining around the motionless left lungs and the edges of the ribs, which apparently were forced outward and snapped by some force within.It definitely cut down on the erotic potential.The bed was in the middle of the room, giving it a subtle emphasis The bedroom followed the decor of the sitting rooma lot of red, a lot of plush fabrics, a little over the top unless viewed in candlelight There were indeed candles in holders on the wall, now burned down to the nubs and extinguished.I stepped closer to the bed and walked around it The carpet squelched as I did The little screaming part of my brain, safely locked up behind doors of self control and strict training, continued gibbering I tried to ignore it Really I did But if I didnt get out of that room in a hurry, I was going to start crying like a little girl.So I took in the details fast The woman was in her twenties, in fabulous condition At least I thought she had been It was hard to tell She had hair the color of chestnuts, cut in a pageboy style, and it seemed dyed to me Her eyes were only partly open, and I couldnt quite guess at their color beyond not dark Vaguely green The man was probably in his forties, and had the kind of fitness that comes from a lifetime of conditioning There was a tattoo on his right biceps, a winged dagger, that the pull of the satin sheets half concealed There were scars on his knuckles, layers deep, and across his lower abdomen was a vicious, narrow, puckered scar that I guessed must have come from a knife wound.There were discarded clothes arounda tux for him, a little sheath of a black dress and a pair of pumps for her There were a pair of overnight bags, unopened and set neatly aside, probably by a porter.As in the audio adaptation of Butcher s first Dresden Files novel, Storm Front, Marsters who played Spike on Buffy the Vampire Slayer slips easily into the role of down on his luck wizard Harry Dresden Marsters s self deprecating tone fits the character perfectly he reads with a dry, ironic humor that doesn t mask Harry s genuine concern for the lives of innocents Marsters also displays a remarkable skill for lending even the strangest characters and creatures voices including gentleman gangster Johnny Marconi, his henchmen, a sexy female werewolf and Bob, the British accented talking skull In this outing, Harry is again out of cash, and police detective Karrin Murphy, who s still angry at him over the events of the first book, isn t inclined to throw work his way But soon a series of mysterious, violent murders sends her to Harry for help Are the killings the work of a local motorcycle gang Or a werewolf and if so, which werewolf Mac Finn, the werewolf environmentalist The group of idealistic college kids who voluntarily become werewolves by night Or the trigger happy group of FBI agents turned werewolf vigilantes Though the price of this audio package may put off some listeners, Marsters s lively telling makes it worth every penny.Copyright Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc All rights reserved. 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    • Storm Front (The Dresden Files, Book 1)
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    • 332 pages
    • Jim Butcher
    • Anglais
    • 18 December 2016

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