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Cold Days PDF. by Jim Butcher. Click Here to Download the Book HARRY DRESDEN LIVES!!! After being murdered by a mystery assailant, navigating his way. isexa5vXaes95 - Read and Download Jim Butcher's book Cold Days in PDF, EPub, Mobi, Kindle online. Get free Cold Days book by Jim Butcher. Cold Days is the latest installment in the bestselling Dresden Files series, featuring the magic- The novel returns to Jim Butcher's standard tight-arc formula.
Storyline: You can't keep a good wizard down - even when he wants to stay that way. For years, Harry Dresden has been Chicago's only professional wizard, but a bargain made in desperation with the Queen of Air and Darkness has forced him into a new job: professional killer. Mab, the mother of wicked faeries, has restored the mostly-dead wizard to health, and dispatches him upon his first mission - to bring death to an immortal. Even as he grapples with the impossible task, Dresden learns of a looming danger to Demonreach, the living island hidden upon Lake Michigan, a place whose true purpose and dark potential have the potential to destroy billions and to land Dresden in the deepest trouble he has ever known - even deeper than being dead. How messed up is that? Beset by his new enemies and hounded by the old, Dresden has only twenty four hours to reconnect with his old allies, prevent a cataclysm and do the impossible - all while the power he bargained to get - but never meant to keep - lays siege to his very soul. It can get a guy killed.
Wax on, wax off. She exhaled slowly as she reached my side, looking down at me, her eyes flickering through shades of green in dizzying cycles. Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, was too terrifying to be beautiful. Though every cell in my body suddenly surged with mindless desire and my eyes blurred with tears to see her beauty, I did not want to come an inch closer.
She was a tall woman, well over six feet, and every inch was radiance. Pale skin, soft lips the color of frozen raspberries, long silver-white hair that shone with opalescent highlights. She was dressed in a silk gown of deep, frozen green that left her strong white shoulders bare.
And she was about six inches away from being in bed with me. Something smoldered in those almond-shaped eyes. She reached out a hand, and her nails were all dark blues and greens, the colors shimmering and changing like deep opals. She touched my naked shoulder with those nails.
And I suddenly felt like a fifteen-year-old about to kiss a girl for the first time—excitement and wild expectation and fluttering anxiety. Her nails, even just the very tips, were icy cold.
She trailed them down over one side of my chest and rested them over my heart. Where are we? You will find every mortal amenity here. Is there a security deposit? My heart beat so hard that it actually hurt. If you are not well, I cannot use you to work my will.
So I was totally unprepared when she struck, as fast as any snake, and slammed the pillow down over my face. I froze for half a second, and the pillow pressed down harder, shutting off my air, clogging my nose and mouth. Then the fear took over. I tried to push Mab away, but she was simply too heavy, my arms too weak.
Her hands and forearms were frozen steel, slender and immovable. My vision went from red to black. Sensation began to recede. Mab was cool. She was Mab. If I did not stop her, she would kill me. I was her vassal, a member of her court, and as far as she was concerned, she had every right to take my life if she saw fit. That cold knowledge galvanized me. I locked my hands around one of her arms and twisted, straining my entire body.
There was no opposing the absolute force of her. But I did manage to direct her strength just a little to one side, and in so doing managed to push her hands and the smothering pillow past me, freeing my face enough to suck in a gasp of sweet, cold air.
Mab lay with her upper body across mine, and made no effort at all to move. I could feel her eyes on me, feel the empty intensity of her gaze as I panted, my head swimming with the sudden rush of blessed oxygen. Mab moved very slowly, very gracefully. There was something serpentine about the way she slithered up my body and lay with her chest against mine.
She was a cold, ephemeral weight, an incredibly feminine softness, and her silken hair glided over my cheeks and lips and neck. Mab made a low, hungry sound in her throat as she leaned down, until her lips were almost touching my ear.
I shall most likely kill you on the morrow. A Princess Bride quote? Then she was gone. Just gone. And that was day one of my physical therapy. With Murphy's assistance, he is able to evade the Hunt temporarily, and after shooting the Erlking , he takes command of the Hunt and leads it against the Outsiders. With the reinforcement of the Hunt, Harry is able to disrupt the ritual and repel the Outsider attack. Harry and his friends head for the top of the island, where they find Lily and Maeve magically assaulting Demonreach.
Harry, having determined that Maeve has been corrupted by the Nemesis, attacks Maeve. She defeats him soundly but he is rescued by his friends. Harry, out of options, summons Mab, who appears and confronts Maeve. Maeve refuses to yield to her mother and shoots and kills Lily, resulting in the mantle of the Summer Lady passing to Sarissa. Murphy then shoots Maeve, resulting in the mantle of the Winter Lady passing to Molly.
Harry decides to remain on the island for the time being so that he can learn more about it and establish a new base of operations, and takes a branch from its oldest oak tree to use in making a new staff. Mab threatens to mess with his mind, but as mentioned in the end of Ghost Story , he gets brief angelic advice and threatens to become a "mediocre knight" unless Mab backs down.
Now the Summer Lady. History is full of it. I expected that to happen given the ending of the previous book - but I also expected this book to be about Harry figuring out a way to get out of his debt and obligation to the forces of questionable morality and principles.
Well, that did not quite go just as I thought it would. Harry may wear the Mantle for a bit longer - but now I wonder if that is such a bad thing after all. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, reminding myself that the anger was just anger, that it was a sensation, like feeling hot or cold.
It didn't mean anything by itself. It wasn't a reason to act.
That's what thinking was for. And he will need it, given how the unexpected ending well, I expected some of it - but the implications of it were as unexpected as they could be!
Butcher once again shuffles the chess pieces on the chess board of his Dresden universe, and few pawns are left standing - it's the game for the big players now, as he shuffles the main conflicts into the realm of the Faerie, or so it seems. The bad guys hardly ever quote 'Star Wars. And I love it, okay? Especially when Butcher goes ahead and references Terry Pratchett, thus making my happiness truly complete: All in all, an excellent entry into the Dresden books series, living up to all the expectations the previous books have set - and yet remembering the roots of this series, and throwing its fans a bone here and there.
It finally makes the mostly stand-alone books feel a part of an overarching story - the one about power and love and choices and consequences and, of course, the Fae and the monsters and magic and crazy amounts of lovely dorkiness!