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464 pages, Hardcover
First published May 27, 2014
For me personally, CHANGES – GHOST STORY – COLD DAYS is the big three-part special episode that comes in the middle of the season like they used to do in the old shows, like in the 70s and 80s. “This is the HUGE, EPIC episode!” and they’d occasionally pre-empt the whole evening to show it to you. That’s what those three books are to me. This will be getting back to what we’ve done before. Harry’s been kind of in isolation for a while, and the events that have happened to him have kind of changed him over time. We get to see a little bit more of that, we get to see a little bit more of him stopping that. And you get back to Chicago to the Scooby Gang and so on. Although he can’t spend as much time with them as I’m sure a lot of readers would have because the whole premise of SKIN GAME is he gets loaned out to the Evil League of Evil so they can pull a job. So that’s what he’s busy doing, he’s got to hang out with all these jerks and psychopaths.
“Did you shout 'Parkour'?" Michael asked.
"Well, sure," I said. "That was kinda Parkour-like."
Michael fought to keep a smile off his face. "Harry," he said, "I'm almost certain one does not shout 'Parkour.' I believe one is supposed to simply do Parkour."
"Do I criticize your Latin battle cries? No, never once.”
“Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.”
“Things are not always as bad as they seem. Sometimes, the darkness only makes it easier to see the light.”
“Nice try?” Butters said. “Mister, where I come from, there is no try.”
“One doesn’t destroy an empire built on pain and terror neatly,” Michael said, “if history is to be any indicator.”
“The touch of another person’s hands.
“Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better.
“That’s power. That’s power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.”
“Well, hell,” I said. “What’s the world coming to if you can’t trust Santa Claus?”Yes, I know there are probably many reasons why I should be critical of these books. The savior complex. The not-so-rare deus-ex-machina. The neverending wiseass banter at the least appropriate times. The 'great power, great responsibility' repetitions. The pure entertainment quality of these stories.
"I’m only a wiseass to monsters.This book is a throwback in some way, a much-needed regrounding and regrouping for Harry, a return to those he holds dear, reestablishing the bonds that had been formed way before the stakes were raised in the previous few books. Karrin Murphy, Waldo Butters, and Michael Carpenter - all of them make a strong reappearance, in their humanity serving as Harry's ties to the human world, the place with which he worries his connection may become too tenuous at times, given that he's now a substantial force in the world of the supernatural.
And people who really need it.
And when it suits me to be so."
“You made a deal. With Mab,” he said simply. “You apparently died. Your ghost showed up claiming you had died, and got us all to do things. Then you show up alive again, only you’ve got freaky Winter faerie powers. You were here for a day before Molly was gone, with freaky Winter faerie powers of her own. And you’ve been back for a year, living out on that island where hardly anyone can get to you, not talking, not helping, not here.” He looked at me for the first time. “Not you. Not the you we all know.”Yes, the Winter Mantle carried by the Winter Knight has its grim responsibilities. And comes with a boss you'd never want to offend - Mab, the Winter Queen, who defies the simple characterization of good or bad. Mab, who gives Harry a task that seems near impossible to complete - and who always appears to have her own coldly calculated hidden motives.
“You know he’s not going to honor the truce,” I said quietly. “He’s going to try to take me out somewhere along the line. He’s going to betray me.”Knowing Harry and his modus operandi, we don't doubt even for a second that skinning his enemies alive - even if only, thankfully, in a figurative sense - is going to be in the works. The question remains, however, - how much is it going to cost him and his friends, and how much mental strain, self-doubting and always keeping himself in check against the never-ending temptation of power he can take before the cracks begin to show.
“Of course,” she said. “I expect superior, more creative treachery on your part.”
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“Nicodemus, his daughter, and God knows what else is in his crew,” I said. “I’m working with my hands tied, and you expect me to survive this game?”
“If you want to live, if you want your friends and family to live, I expect you to do more than survive it,” Mab said, sweeping out. “I expect you to skin them alive.”
“I’m not sure I do anymore,” I said, “and it scares the hell out of me. What happens if she does it? What happens if she turns me into her personal monster? What is she going to do with me then?”Wonderful, fun, fast-paced story that makes me want to reread the previous 14 books so that I can once again relive this whole journey with Harry Dresden, the Wizard of the White Council, the Warden of Demonreach, The Winter Knight, the loyal friend, the worried father, and the awesome guy to grab a couple beers with.
“Oh, Harry,” Michael said. “You’re asking exactly the wrong question, my friend.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He looked at me, his face serious, even worried. “What is she going to do with you if she can’t?”
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Put them both in dusters and there really isn't much difference, especially now that Mab is pulling Dresden's strings. They even have the same hair.. .
“There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands.
“It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror?
“The touch of another person’s hands.
“Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better.
“That’s power. That’s power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.”