Grave Peril (The Dresden Files, Book 3)
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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.
horrible and seductive cold. He continued, spreading a line of kisses up Lydia’s neck, to her ear, making her whimper and shake. I swallowed, and crawled back on my elbows, dragging my hips and legs out from beneath the pair of them. Thomas murmured, so softly that I wasn’t sure I’d heard him. “I don’t know how long I can distract her, Dresden. Quit gawking and do something. I’ll put on afternoon theater for you later, if you want to watch that bad.” Then his mouth covered the girl’s, and she
Like something waiting. Gloating. The static crackled louder, and I thought I could hear voices underneath it, voices speaking in low, cruel tones. I glanced at the door, after the departed Lydia. “Who is this?” “Soon,” whispered a voice. “Soon, Dresden. We will see one another again.” “Who is this?” I repeated, feeling a little silly. The line went dead. I stared at the phone before hanging it up, then ran my hand back through my hair. A chill crawled neatly down my spine and took up
not notice.” “Harry,” Susan said. She flicked the invitation against the heel of her hand a couple of times. “You know, something occurs to me.” My brain tried to stir from its congealment. Some instinct twitched, warning me that Susan was up to something. “Um,” I said, blinking my eyes in an effort to clear my thoughts. “I hope you’re not thinking what a great opportunity it would be for you to go to the ball.” Her eyes glinted with something very much like lust. “Think of it, Harry. There
torment, no sadistic tortures—just flat-out mayhem and death.” I nodded, sobering. “Yeah.” “And . . . whatever person is behind the Nightmare, whoever helped it escape—that means that you’ve just put yourself in their way. They can’t use their weapon until they’ve removed you.” “Yeah.” “So . . . if they didn’t need you dead before, they’re going to stop at nothing else now.” I was quiet for a moment, thinking about that. “I made my choice, man,” I said, finally. “But hell, I’m already in
anything. I didn’t have to lift a finger. All I had to do, to get out of here alive, was to sit still. To do nothing. All I had to do was stand here and watch while they murdered a girl who had come to me a few days before, begging me for protection. All I had to do was ignore her screams as Mavra gutted her. All I had to do was let the monsters destroy one of the major bastions standing against them. All I had to do was let Michael go to his death, claim the protection of the laws of hospitality