Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)I held the phone's receive to my ear, dragging the cradle with me as I headed over to a filing cabinet. Sergeant Karrin Murphy, my employer, was on the phone with me, and her voice rang through my ear. "Harry, I'm sure you can keep the end of the world from happening while I'm gone?""
I couldn't help but chuckle. The last time Karrin had gone on vacation, a bunch of necromancers had strolled into town, tried to invoke the apocalypse and gain supreme power over all things in life and death. Needless to say, no one wanted that again. "Sure thing, Murph. Just go have fun in the sun, okay?"
We exchanged pleasantries, and I hung up. What I hadn't told Murphy was that I was going to be investigating a new cult in town this week. Some vampire-worshipers or something. Anne Rice freaks, maybe. I hated that kind of crap. How people of the supernatural could mess with humans. It was just wrong.
My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure it at your own risk. The one thing that you should probably know about me is that I'm a wizard. Yes, wizard. Magic, staff, oogey-boogey. You got it. I've got an ad in the Yellow Pages under 'wizards'. I'm the only entry there, but it still looks very stylish.
I looked out my office window into the Chicago streets in their nocturnal state, lights all a-flashing. My reflection peered back at me I don't have mirrors beyond a small shaving one. Too many things can come through them. So whenever I do see myself, it surprises me a little. I had a tall figure, like basketball player. Six and a half feet. My face was composed mostly of hard lines, like I'd gotten handed off to some two-bit apprentice when someone was sculpting my face. I had a rough beard, not by design but because I hadn't shaved in a couple of days. Dark hair framed my face, also the result of apathy.
For some reason, I just continued to stare out the window. Maybe I was just reflecting. It wasn't a good month. Too many casualties in the war between the Red Court and the White Council. In my opinion, one wizard was too much-but I'm not one to talk. I was the one who had started that war. Or at least, that's probably how history'll remember it.
I couldn't help but chuckle. The last time Karrin had gone on vacation, a bunch of necromancers had strolled into town, tried to invoke the apocalypse and gain supreme power over all things in life and death. Needless to say, no one wanted that again. "Sure thing, Murph. Just go have fun in the sun, okay?"
We exchanged pleasantries, and I hung up. What I hadn't told Murphy was that I was going to be investigating a new cult in town this week. Some vampire-worshipers or something. Anne Rice freaks, maybe. I hated that kind of crap. How people of the supernatural could mess with humans. It was just wrong.
My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure it at your own risk. The one thing that you should probably know about me is that I'm a wizard. Yes, wizard. Magic, staff, oogey-boogey. You got it. I've got an ad in the Yellow Pages under 'wizards'. I'm the only entry there, but it still looks very stylish.
I looked out my office window into the Chicago streets in their nocturnal state, lights all a-flashing. My reflection peered back at me I don't have mirrors beyond a small shaving one. Too many things can come through them. So whenever I do see myself, it surprises me a little. I had a tall figure, like basketball player. Six and a half feet. My face was composed mostly of hard lines, like I'd gotten handed off to some two-bit apprentice when someone was sculpting my face. I had a rough beard, not by design but because I hadn't shaved in a couple of days. Dark hair framed my face, also the result of apathy.
For some reason, I just continued to stare out the window. Maybe I was just reflecting. It wasn't a good month. Too many casualties in the war between the Red Court and the White Council. In my opinion, one wizard was too much-but I'm not one to talk. I was the one who had started that war. Or at least, that's probably how history'll remember it.