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Dresden Files, Summer Knight

TaschenbuchKartoniert, Paperback
371 Seiten
Englisch
Rocerschienen am03.09.2002
In the fourth novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling series featuring everyone's favorite wizard for hire, Harry Dresden is suckered into the tangled and dangerous affairs of Faerie...

Ever since his girlfriend left town to deal with her newly acquired taste for blood, Harry Dresden has been down and out in Chicago. He can t pay his rent. He s alienating his friends. He can t even recall the last time he took a shower.ÿThe only professional wizard in the phone book has become a desperate man.
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And just when it seems things can t get any worse, in saunters the Winter Queen of Faerie. She has an offer Harry can t refuse if he wants to free himself of the supernatural hold his faerie godmother has over him and hopefully end his run of bad luck. All he has to do is find out who murdered the Summer Queen s right-hand man, the Summer Knight, and clear the Winter Queen s name.
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It seems simple enough, but Harry knows better than to get caught in the middle of faerie politics. Until he finds out that the fate of the entire world rests on his solving this case. No pressure or anything...mehr
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KlappentextIn the fourth novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling series featuring everyone's favorite wizard for hire, Harry Dresden is suckered into the tangled and dangerous affairs of Faerie...

Ever since his girlfriend left town to deal with her newly acquired taste for blood, Harry Dresden has been down and out in Chicago. He can t pay his rent. He s alienating his friends. He can t even recall the last time he took a shower.ÿThe only professional wizard in the phone book has become a desperate man.
ÿ
And just when it seems things can t get any worse, in saunters the Winter Queen of Faerie. She has an offer Harry can t refuse if he wants to free himself of the supernatural hold his faerie godmother has over him and hopefully end his run of bad luck. All he has to do is find out who murdered the Summer Queen s right-hand man, the Summer Knight, and clear the Winter Queen s name.
ÿ
It seems simple enough, but Harry knows better than to get caught in the middle of faerie politics. Until he finds out that the fate of the entire world rests on his solving this case. No pressure or anything...
Details
ISBN/GTIN978-0-451-45892-6
ProduktartTaschenbuch
EinbandartKartoniert, Paperback
Verlag
Erscheinungsjahr2002
Erscheinungsdatum03.09.2002
Seiten371 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Gewicht262 g
Artikel-Nr.11495618
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GenreSF/Fantasy TB

Inhalt/Kritik

Leseprobe
Chapter One
It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.
I got out of the Blue Beetle, my beat-up old Volkswagen bug, and squinted against the midsummer sunlight. Lake Meadow Park lies a bit south of Chicago's Loop, a long sprint from Lake Michigan's shores. Even in heat like we'd had lately, the park would normally be crowded with people. Today it was deserted but for an old lady with a shopping cart and a long coat, tottering around the park. It wasn't yet noon, and my sweats and T-shirt were too hot for the weather.
I squinted around the park for a moment, took a couple of steps onto the grass, and got hit on the head by something damp and squishy.
I flinched and slapped at my hair. Something small fell past my face and onto the ground at my feet. A toad. Not a big one, as toads go - it could easily have sat in the palm of my hand. It wobbled for a few moments upon hitting the ground, then let out a bleary croak and started hopping drunkenly away.
I looked around me and saw other toads on the ground. A lot of them. The sound of their croaking grew louder as I walked further into the park. Even as I watched, several more amphibians plopped out of the sky, as though the Almighty had dropped them down a laundry chute. Toads hopped around everywhere. They didn't carpet the ground, but you couldn't possibly miss them. Every moment or so, you would hear the thump of another one landing. Their croaking sounded vaguely like the speech-chatter of a crowded room.
Weird, huh?' said an eager voice. I looked up to see a short young man with broad shoulders and a confident walk coming toward me. Billy the Werewolf wore sweatpants and a plain dark T-shirt. A year or two ago the outfit would have concealed the forty or fifty extra pounds he'd been carrying. Now they concealed all the muscle he'd traded it in for. He stuck out his hand, smiling. What did I tell you, Harry?'
Billy,' I responded. He crunched down hard as I shook his hand. Or maybe he was just that much stronger. How's the werewolf biz?'
Getting interesting,' he said. We've run into a lot of odd things lately when we've been out patrolling. Like this.' He gestured at the park. Another toad fell from the sky several feet away. That's why we called the wizard.'
Patrolling. Holy vigilantes, Batman. Any of the normals been here?'
No, except for some meteorological guys from the university. They said that they were having tornadoes in Louisiana or something, that the storms must have thrown the toads here.'
I snorted. You'd think it's magic' would be easier to swallow than that.'
Billy grinned. Don't worry. I'm sure someone will come along and declare it a hoax before long.'
Uh-huh.' I turned back to the Beetle and popped the hood to rummage in the forward storage compartment. I came out with a nylon backpack and dragged a couple of small cloth sacks out of it. I threw one to Billy. Grab a couple of toads and pitch them in there for me.'
He caught the bag and frowned. Why?'
So I can make sure they're real.'
Billy lifted his eyebrows. You think they're not?'
I squinted at him. Look, Billy, just do it. I haven't slept, I can't remember the last time I ate a hot meal, and I've got a lot to do before tonight.'
But why wouldn't they be real? They look real.'
I blew out a breath and tried to keep my temper. It had been short lately. They could look real and feel real, but it's possible that they're just constructs. Made out of the material of the Nevernever and animated by magic. I hope they are.'
Why?'
Because all that would mean is that some faerie got bored and played a trick. They do that sometimes.'
Okay. But if they're real?'
If they're real, then it means something is out of whack.'
What kind of out of whack?'
The serious kind. Holes in the fabric of reality.'
And that would be bad?'
I eyed him. Yeah, Billy. That would be bad.mehr
Kritik
Praise for the Dresden Files

Think Buffy the Vampire Slayer starring Philip Marlowe. Entertainment Weekly

Fans of Laurellÿ K. Hamilton and Tanya Huff will love this series. Midwest Book Review
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Superlative. Publishers Weekly (starred review)
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One of the most enjoyable marriages of the fantasy and mystery genres on the shelves. Cinescape
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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)
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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
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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
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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 Timesmehr

Autor

A martial arts enthusiast whose résumé includes a long list of skills rendered obsolete at least two hundred years ago, #1 New York Times bestselling author Jim Butcher turned to writing as a career because anything else probably would have driven him insane. He lives mostly inside his own head so that he can write down the conversation of his imaginary friends, but his head can generally be found in Independence, Missouri. Jim is the author of the Dresden Files, the Codex Alera novels, and the Cinder Spires series, which began with The Aeronaut s Windlass.