A roomful of deadly drug. One evil sorcerer on his home turf. Two crazies with guns. One storm of wild magic looking for something to set it into explosive motion. And half a dozen scorpions like the one I had barely survived earlier, rapidly growing to movie-monster size. Less than a minute on the clock and no time-outs remaining for the quarterback. All in all, it was looking like a bad evening for the home team.
Det er jo ikke noe mesterverk på noen måte, men jeg ble temmelig sjarmert av sardonisk noir-detektiv-cum-trollmann Harry Dresden likevel. Jeg lo høyt opptil flere ganger, likte bipersonene også og plukket straks opp neste bind da jeg var ferdig med denne.
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