I didn’t like this novel as much as Proven Guilty. It started off with an interesting mystery involving some magical deaths but I felt like the mystery got pushed aside and I found the final battle a bit confusing to follow. The last section of the last chapter is a good laugh thought and it ended the book on a high note.

Dresden files. Read em nuff said

Page 889, para three reads: “Murphy rapped her knuckles gently against mine and snorted. “You’re going syrupy on me, Dredsen.” Has the hapless proofreader been transmogri-fied into an illiterate, slobbering toad, yet?