{"product_id":"blood-rites-isbn-9780451459879","title":"Blood Rites","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn this novel in the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling Dresden Files, Chicago's only professional wizard takes on a case for a vampire and becomes the prime suspect in a series of ghastly murders.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHarry Dresden has had worse assignments than going undercover on the set of an adult film. Like fleeing a burning building full of enraged demon-monkeys, for instance. Or going toe-to-leaf with a walking plant monster. Still, there’s something more troubling than usual about his newest case. The film’s producer believes he’s the target of a sinister curse—but it’s the women around him who are dying, in increasingly spectacular ways. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Harry’s doubly frustrated because he only got involved with this bizarre mystery as a favor to Thomas—his flirtatious, self-absorbed vampire acquaintance of dubious integrity. Thomas has a personal stake in the case Harry can’t quite figure out, until his investigation leads him straight to the vampire’s oversexed, bite-happy family. Now, Harry’s about to discover that Thomas’ family tree has been hiding a shocking secret: a revelation that will change Harry’s life forever. | \u003cb\u003ePraise for the Dresden Files\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Think \u003ci\u003eBuffy the Vampire Slayer\u003c\/i\u003e starring Philip Marlowe.”—\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fans of Laurell  K. Hamilton and Tanya Huff will love this series.”—\u003ci\u003eMidwest Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Superlative.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “One of the most enjoyable marriages of the fantasy and mystery genres on the shelves.”—\u003ci\u003eCinescape\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “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.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “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.”—\u003ci\u003eSF Site\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “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.”—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “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].”—\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Times\u003c\/i\u003e | \u003cb\u003eJim Butcher\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Dresden Files, the Codex Alera, and the Cinder Spires novels. He lives in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. | \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e                                              \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e     \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e   \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eACKNOWLEDGMENTS\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI would like to thank a whole bunch of people for their continuing support, encouragement, and tolerance of me personally: June and Joy Williams at Buzzy Multimedia, Editor Jen, Agent Jen, Contracts Jen, and any other Jens out there whom I have missed, the members of the McAnally’s e-mail list, the residents of the Beta-Foo Asylum, the artists (of every stripe) who have shared their work and creative inspiration with me and lots of other folks, and finally all the critics who have reviewed my work—even the most hostile reviews have provided valuable PR, and I’m much obliged to y’all for taking the time to do it.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI need to mention my family and their continued support (or at least patience). Now that I’m settled back at Independence, I have a whole ton of family doing too many things to mention here—but I wanted to thank you all for your love and enthusiasm. I’m a lucky guy.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eShannon and JJ get special mention, as always. They live here. They deserve it. So does our bichon, Frost, who makes sure that my feet are never cold while I’m writing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e                                                                                         \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e                   \u003ci\u003eChapter One\u003c\/i\u003e    \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e   \u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThe building was on fire, and it wasn’t my fault.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eMy boots slipped and slid on the tile floor as I sprinted around a corner and toward the exit doors to the abandoned school building on the southwest edge of Chicagoland. Distant streetlights provided the only light in the dusty hall, and left huge swaths of blackness crouching in the old classroom doors.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI carried an elaborately carved wooden box about the size of a laundry basket in my arms, and its weight made my shoulders burn with effort. I’d been shot in both of them at one time or another, and the muscle burn quickly started changing into deep, aching stabs. The damned box was heavy, not even considering its contents.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eInside the box, a bunch of flop-eared grey-and-black puppies whimpered and whined, jostled back and forth as I ran. One of the puppies, his ear already notched where some kind of doggie misadventure had marked him, was either braver or more stupid than his littermates. He scrambled around until he got his paws onto the lip of the box, and set up a painfully high-pitched barking full of squeaky snarls, big dark eyes focused behind me.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI ran faster, my knee-length black leather duster swishing against my legs. I heard a rustling, hissing sound and juked left as best I could. A ball of some kind of noxious-smelling substance that looked like tar went zipping past me, engulfed in yellow-white flame. It hit the floor several yards beyond me, and promptly exploded into a little puddle of hungry fire.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI tried to avoid it, but my boots had evidently been made for walking, not sprinting on dusty tile. They slid out from under me and I fell. I controlled it as much as I could, and wound up sliding on my rear, my back to the fire. It got hot for a second, but the wards I’d woven over my duster kept it from burning me.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eAnother flaming glob crackled toward me, and I barely turned in time. The substance, whatever the hell it was, clung like napalm to what it hit and burned with a supernatural ferocity that had already burned a dozen metal lockers to slag in the dim halls behind me.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThe goop hit my left shoulder blade and slid off the protective spells on my mantled coat, spattering the wall beside me. I flinched nonetheless, lost my balance, and fumbled the box. Fat little puppies tumbled onto the floor with a chorus of whimpers and cries for help.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI checked behind me.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThe guardian demons looked like demented purple chimpanzees, except for the raven-black wings sprouting from their shoulders. There were three of them that had escaped my carefully crafted paralysis spell, and they were hot on my tail, bounding down the halls in long leaps assisted by their black feathered wings.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eAs I watched, one of them reached down between its crooked legs and . . . Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but it gathered up the kind of ammunition primates in zoos traditionally rely upon. The monkey-demon hurled it with a chittering scream, and it combusted in midair. I had to duck before the noxious ball of incendiary goop smacked into my nose.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI grabbed puppies and scooped them into the box, then started running. The demon-monkeys burst into fresh howls.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eSqueaky barks behind me made me look back. The little notch-eared puppy had planted his clumsy paws solidly on the floor, and was barking defiantly at the oncoming demon-chimps.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Dammit,” I cursed, and reversed course. The lead monkey swooped down at the puppy. I made like a ballplayer, slid in feetfirst, and planted the heel of my boot squarely on the end of the demon’s nose. I’m not heavily built, but I’m most of a head taller than six feet, and no one ever thought I was a lightweight. I kicked the demon hard enough to make it screech and veer off. It slammed into a metal locker, and left an inches-deep dent.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Stupid little fuzzbucket,” I muttered, and recovered the puppy. “This is why I have a cat.” The puppy kept up its tirade of ferocious, squeaking snarls. I pitched him into the box without ceremony, ducked two more flaming blobs, and started coughing on the smoke already filling the building as I resumed my retreat. Light was growing back where I’d come from, as the demons’ flaming missiles chewed into the old walls and floor, spreading with a malicious glee.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI ran for the front doors of the old building, slamming the opening bar with my hip and barely slowing down.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eA sudden weight hit my back and something pulled viciously at my hair. The chimp-demon started biting at my neck and ear. It hurt. I tried to spin and throw it off me, but it had a good hold. The effort, though, showed me a second demon heading for my face, and I had to duck to avoid a collision.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI let go of the box and reached for the demon on my back. It howled and bit my hand. Snarling and angry, I turned around and threw my back at the nearest wall. The monkey-demon evidently knew that tactic. It flipped off of my shoulders at the last second, and I slammed the base of my skull hard against a row of metal lockers.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eA burst of stars blinded me for a second, and by the time my vision cleared, I saw two of the demons diving toward the box of puppies. They both hurled searing blobs at the wooden box, splattering it with flame.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThere was an old fire extinguisher on the wall, and I grabbed it. My monkey attacker came swooping back at me. I rammed the end of the extinguisher into its nose, knocking it down, then reversed my grip on the extinguisher and sprayed a cloud of dusty white chemical at the carved box. I got the fire put out, but for good measure I unloaded the thing into the other two demons’ faces, creating a thick cloud of dust.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI grabbed the box and hauled it out the door, and then slammed the school doors shut behind me.\u003c\/p\u003e         \u003cp\u003eThere were a couple of thumps from the other side of the doors, and then silence.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003ePanting, I looked down at the box of whimpering puppies. A bunch of wet black noses and eyes looked back up at me from under a white dusting of extinguishing chemical.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Hell’s bells,” I panted at them. “You guys are lucky Brother Wang wants you back so much. If he hadn’t paid half up front, I’d be the one in the box and you’d be carrying me.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eA bunch of little tails wagged hopefully.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Stupid dogs,” I growled. I hauled the box into my arms again and started schlepping it toward the old school’s parking lot.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI was about halfway there when something ripped the steel doors of the school inward, against the swing of their hinges. A low, loud bellow erupted from inside the building, and then a Kong-size version of the chimp-demons came stomping out of the doorway.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eIt was purple. It had wings. And it looked really pissed off. At least eight feet tall, it had to weigh four or five times what I did. As I stared at it, two little monkey-demons flew directly at demon Kong—and were simply absorbed by the bigger demon’s bulk upon impact. Kong gained another eighty pounds or so and got a bit bulkier. Not so much monkey Kong, then, as Monkey Voltron. The original crowd of guardian demons must have escaped my spell with that combining maneuver, pooling all of their energy into a single vessel and using the greater strength provided by density to power through my binding.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eKongtron spread wings as wide as a small airplane’s and leapt at me with a completely unfair amount of grace. Being a professional investigator, as well as a professional wizard, I’d seen slobbering beasties before. Over the course of many encounters and many years, I have successfully developed a standard operating procedure for dealing with big, nasty monsters.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eRun away. Me and Monty Python.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThe parking lot and the Blue Beetle, my beat-up old Volkswagen, were only thirty or forty yards off, and I can really move when I’m feeling motivated.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eKong bellowed. It motivated me.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThere was the sound of a small explosion, then a blaze of red light brighter than the nearby street lamps. Another fireball hit the ground a few feet wide of me and detonated like a Civil War cannonball, gouging out a coffin-sized crater in the pavement. The enormous demon roared and shot past me on black vulture wings, banking to come around for another pass.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Thomas!” I screamed. “Start the car!”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThe passenger door opened, and an unwholesomely good-looking young man with dark hair, tight jeans, and a leather jacket worn over a bare chest poked his head out and peered at me over the rims of round green-glassed spectacles. Then he looked up and behind me. His jaw dropped open.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Start the freaking car!” I screamed.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas nodded and dove back into the Beetle. It coughed and wheezed and shuddered to life. The surviving headlight flicked on, and Thomas gunned the engine and headed for the street.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eFor a second I thought he was going to leave me, but he slowed down enough that I caught up with him. Thomas leaned across the car and pushed the passenger door open. I grunted with effort and threw myself into the car. I almost lost the box, but managed to get it just before the notch-eared puppy pulled himself up to the rim, evidently determined to go back and do battle.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“What the hell is that?” Thomas screamed. His black hair, shoulder length, curling and glossy, whipped around his face as the car gathered speed and drew the cool autumn wind through the open windows. His grey eyes were wide with apprehension. “What is that, Harry?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Just drive!” I shouted. I stuffed the box of whimpering puppies into the backseat, grabbed my blasting rod, and climbed out the open window so that I was sitting on the door, chest to the car’s roof. I twisted to bring the blasting rod in my right hand to bear on the demon. I drew in my will, my magic, and the end of the blasting rod began to glow with a cherry-red light.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI was about to loose a strike against the demon when it swooped down with another fireball in its hand and flung it at the car.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Look out!” I screamed.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas must have seen it coming in the mirror. The Beetle swerved wildly, and the fireball hit the asphalt, bursting into a roar of flame and concussion that broke windows on both sides of the street. Thomas dodged a car parked on the curb by roaring up onto the sidewalk, bounced gracelessly, and nearly went out of control. The bounce threw me from my perch on the closed door. I was wondering what the odds were against finding a soft place to land when I felt Thomas grab my ankle. He held on to me and drew me back into the car with a strength that would have been shocking to anyone who didn’t know that he wasn’t human.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eHe braced me with his hold on my leg, and as the huge demon dove down again, I pointed my blasting rod at it and snarled, \u003ci\u003e“Fuego!”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eA lance of white-hot fire streaked from the tip of my blasting rod into the late-night air, illuminating the street like a flash of lightning. Bouncing along on the car like that, I expected to miss. But I beat the odds and the burst of flame took Kongtron right in the belly. It screamed and faltered, plummeting to earth. Thomas swerved back out onto the street.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThe demon started to get up. “Stop the car!” I screamed.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas mashed down the brakes and I nearly got reduced to sidewalk pizza again. I hung on as hard as I could, but by the time I had my balance, the demon had hauled itself to its feet.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI growled in frustration, readied another blast, and aimed carefully.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“What are you doing?” Thomas shouted. “You lamed him; let’s run!”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“No,” I snapped back. “If we leave it here, it’s going to take things out on whoever it can find.”\u003c\/p\u003e         \u003cp\u003e“But it won’t be \u003ci\u003eus!\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI tuned Thomas out and readied another strike, pouring my will into the blasting rod until wisps of smoke began emerging from the length of its surface.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThen I let Kong have it right between its black beady eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThe fire hit it like a wrecking ball, right on the chin. The demon’s head exploded into a cloud of luminous purple vapor and sparkles of scarlet light, which I have to admit looked really neat.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eDemons who come into the mortal world don’t have bodies as such. They create them, like a suit of clothes, and as long as the demon’s awareness inhabits the construct-body, it’s as good as real. Having its head blown up was too much damage for even the demon’s life energy to support. The body flopped around on the ground for a few seconds, and then the Kong-demon’s earthly form stopped moving and dissolved into a lumpy looking mass of translucent gelatin—ectoplasm, matter from the Nevernever.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eA surge of relief made me feel a little dizzy, and I slid bonelessly back into the Beetle.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Allow me to reiterate,” Thomas panted a minute later. “What. The hell. Was \u003ci\u003ethat\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI settled down onto the seat, breathing hard. I buckled up, and checked that the puppies and their box were both intact. They were, and I closed my eyes with a sigh. “Shen,” I said. “Chinese spirit creatures. Demons. Shapeshifters.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Christ, Dresden! You almost got me killed!”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Don’t be a baby. You’re fine.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas frowned at me. “You at least could have told me!”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I \u003ci\u003edid\u003c\/i\u003e tell you,” I said. “I told you at Mac’s that I’d give you a ride home, but that I had to run an errand first.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas scowled. “An \u003ci\u003eerrand\u003c\/i\u003e is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo.”\u003c\/p\u003e         \u003cp\u003e“Next time take the El.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eHe glared at me. “Where are we going?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“O’Hare.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Why?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI waved vaguely at the backseat. “Returning stolen property to my client. He wants to get it back to Tibet, pronto.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Anything else you’re neglecting to tell me? Ninja wombats or something?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I wanted you to see how it feels,” I said.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“What’s that supposed to mean?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Come on, Thomas. You never go to Mac’s place to hang out and chum around. You’re wealthy, you’ve got connections, and you’re a freaking vampire. You didn’t need me to give you a ride home. You could have taken a cab, called for a limo, or talked some woman into taking you.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas’s scowl faded away, replaced by a careful, expressionless mask. “Oh? Then why am I here?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI shrugged. “Doesn’t look like you showed up to bushwhack me. I guess you’re here to talk.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Razor intellect. You should be a private investigator or something.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“You going to sit there insulting me, or are you going to talk?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Yeah,” Thomas said. “I need a favor.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI snorted. “What favor? You do remember that technically we’re at war, right? Wizards versus vampires? Ring any bells?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“If you like, you can pretend that I’m employing subversive tactics as part of a fiendishly elaborate ruse meant to manipulate you,” Thomas said.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Good,” I said. “ ’Cause if I went to all the trouble of starting a war and you didn’t want to participate it would hurt my feelings.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eHe grinned. “I bet you’re wondering whose side I’m on.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“No.” I snorted. “You’re on Thomas’s side.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThe grin widened. Thomas has the kind of whiter-than-white boyish grin that makes women’s panties spontaneously evaporate. “Granted. But I’ve done you some favors over the past couple of years.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI frowned. He had, though I didn’t know why. “Yeah. So?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“So now it’s my turn,” he said. “I’ve helped you. Now I need payback.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Ah. What do you want me to do?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I want you to take a case for an acquaintance of mine. He needs your help.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I don’t really have time,” I said. “I have to make a living.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas flicked a piece of monkey flambé off the back of his hand and out the window. “You call this living?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Jobs are a part of life. Maybe you’ve heard of the concept. It’s called work? See, what happens is that you suffer through doing annoying and humiliating things until you get paid not enough money. Like those Japanese game shows, only without all the glory.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Plebe. I’m not asking you to go pro bono. He’ll pay your fee.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Bah,” I muttered. “What’s he need help with?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas frowned. “He thinks someone is trying to kill him. I think he’s right.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Why?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“There have been a couple of suspicious deaths around him.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Like?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Two days ago he sent his driver, girl named Stacy Willis, out to the car with his golf clubs so he could get in a few holes before lunch. Willis opened the trunk and got stung to death by about twenty thousand bees who had somehow swarmed into the limo in the time it took her to walk up to the door and back.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI nodded. “Ugh. Can’t argue there. Gruesomely suspicious.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“The next morning his personal assistant, a young woman named Sheila Barks, was hit by a runaway car. Killed instantly.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI pursed my lips. “That doesn’t sound so odd.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“She was waterskiing at the time.”\u003c\/p\u003e         \u003cp\u003eI blinked. “How the hell did \u003ci\u003ethat\u003c\/i\u003e happen?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Bridge over the reservoir was the way I heard it. Car jumped the rail, landed right on her.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Ugh,” I said. “Any idea who is behind it?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“None. Think it’s an entropy curse?” Thomas asked.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“If so, it’s a sloppy one. But strong as hell. Those are some pretty melodramatic deaths.” I checked on the puppies. They had fallen together into one dusty lump and were sleeping. The notch-eared pup lay on top of the pile. He opened his eyes and gave me a sleepy little growl of warning. Then he went back to sleep.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas glanced back at the box. “Cute little furballs. What’s their story?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Guardian dogs for some monastery in the Himalayas. Someone snatched them and came here. A couple of monks hired me to get them back.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“What, they don’t have dog pounds in Tibet?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI shrugged. “They believe these dogs have a foo heritage.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Is that like epilepsy or something?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI snorted and put my hand palm-down out the window, waggling it back and forth to make an airfoil in the wind of the Beetle’s passage. “The monks think their great-grandcestor was a divine spirit-animal. Celestial guardian spirit. Foo dog. They believe it makes the bloodline special.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Is it?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“How the hell should I know, man? I’m just the repo guy.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Some wizard you are.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“It’s a big universe,” I said. “No one can know it all.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas fell quiet for a while, and the road whispered by. “Uh, do you mind if I ask what happened to your car?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI looked around at the Beetle’s interior. It wasn’t Volkswagen-standard anymore. The seat covers were gone. So was the padding underneath. So was the interior carpet, and big chunks of the dashboard that had been made out of wood. There was a little vinyl left, and some of the plastic, and anything made out of metal, but everything else had been stripped completely away.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI’d done some makeshift repairs with several one-by-sixes, some hanger wire, some cheap padding from the camping section at Wal-Mart, and a lot of duct tape. It gave the car a real postmodern look: By which I meant that it looked like something fashioned from the wreckage after a major nuclear exchange.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eOn the other hand, the Beetle’s interior was very, very clean. My glasses are half-full, dammit.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Mold demons,” I said.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Mold demons ate your car?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Sort of. They were called out of the decay in the car’s interior, and used anything organic they could find to make bodies for themselves.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“You called them?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Oh, hell, no. They were a present from the guest villain a few months ago.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I hadn’t heard there was any action this summer.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I have a life, man. And my life isn’t all about feuding demigods and nations at war and solving a mystery before it kills me.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas lifted an eyebrow. “It’s also about mold demons and flaming monkey poo?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“What can I say? I put the ‘ick’ in ‘magic.” ’\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I see. Hey, Harry, can I ask you something?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I guess.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Did you really save the world? I mean, like the last two years in a row?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI shrugged. “Sort of.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Word is you capped a faerie princess and headed off a war between Winter and Summer,” Thomas said.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Mostly I was saving my own ass. Just happened that the world was in the same spot.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“There’s an image that will give me nightmares,” Thomas said. “What about those demon Hell guys last year?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI shook my head. “They’d have let loose a nasty plague, but it wouldn’t have lasted very long. They were hoping it would escalate into a nice apocalypse. They knew there wasn’t much chance of it, but they were doing it anyway.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Like the Lotto,” Thomas said.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Yeah, I guess. The genocide Lotto.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“And you stopped them.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I helped do it and lived to walk away. But there was an unhappy ending.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“What?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I didn’t get paid. For either case. I make more money from flaming demon monkey crap. That’s just wrong.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas laughed a little and shook his head. “I don’t get it.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Don’t get what?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Why you do it.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Do what?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eHe slouched down in the driver’s seat. “The Lone Ranger impersonation. You get pounded to scrap every time you turn around and you barely get by on the gumshoe work. You live in that dank little cave of an apartment. Alone. You’ve got no woman, no friends, and you drive this piece of crap. Your life is kind of pathetic.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Is that what you think?” I asked.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Call them like I see them.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI laughed. “Why do you think I do it?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eHe shrugged. “All I can figure is that either you’re nursing a deep and sadistic self-hatred or else you’re insane. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and left monumental stupidity off the list.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI kept on smiling. “Thomas, you don’t really know me. Not at all.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I think I do. I’ve seen you under pressure.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI shrugged. “Yeah, but you see me, what? Maybe a day or two each year? Usually when something’s been warming up to kill me by beating the tar out of me.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“So?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“So that doesn’t cover what my life is like the other three hundred and sixty-three days,” I said. “You don’t know everything about me. My life isn’t completely about magical mayhem and creative pyromania in Chicago.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Oh, that’s right. I heard you went to exotic Oklahoma a few months back. Something about a tornado and the National Severe Storms Lab.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I was doing the new Summer Lady a favor, running down a rogue storm sylph. Got to go all over the place in those tornado-chaser geekmobiles. You should have seen the look on the driver’s face when he realized that the tornado was chasing \u003ci\u003eus\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“It’s a nice story, Harry, but what’s the point?” Thomas asked.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“My point is that there’s a lot of my life you haven’t seen. I have friends.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Monster hunters, werewolves, and a talking skull.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI shook my head. “More than that. I like my apartment. Hell, for that matter I like my car.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“You \u003ci\u003elike\u003c\/i\u003e this piece of . . . junk?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kid.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas slouched down in his seat, his expression skeptical. “Now you’ve forced me to reconsider the monumentally stupid explanation.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI shrugged. “Me and the Blue Beetle kick ass. In a four-cylinder kind of way, but it still gets kicked.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas’s face lost all expression. “What about Susan?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eWhen I get angry, I’d like to be able to pull off a great stone face like that, but I don’t do it so well. “What about her?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“You cared about her. You got her involved in your life. She got torn up because of you. She got attention from all kinds of nasties and she nearly died.” He kept staring ahead. “How do you live with that?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eI started to get angry, but I had a rare flash of insight and my ire evaporated before it could fully condense. I studied Thomas’s profile at a stoplight and saw him working hard to look distant, like nothing was touching him. Which would mean that something \u003ci\u003ewas\u003c\/i\u003e touching him. He was thinking of someone important to him. I had a pretty good idea who it was.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“How’s Justine?” I asked.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eHis features grew colder. “It isn’t important.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Okay. But how is Justine?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“I’m a vampire, Harry.” The words were cold and distant, but not steady. “She’s my girlfri—” His voice stumbled on the word, and he tried to cover it with a low cough. “She’s my lover. She’s food. That’s how she is.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Ah,” I said. “I like her, you know. Ever since she blackmailed me into helping you at Bianca’s masquerade. That took guts.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Yeah,” he said. “She’s got that.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“How long have you been seeing her now?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Four years,” Thomas said. “Almost five.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Anyone else?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“No.”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Burger King,” I said.\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003eThomas blinked at me. “What?”\u003c\/p\u003e   \u003cp\u003e“Burger King,” I said. “I like\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Ace","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48338540626149,"sku":"NP9780451459879","price":10.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780451459879.jpg?v=1769572600","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/blood-rites-isbn-9780451459879","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}