Silas

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I stared in shock. The recent rain meant that the island wasn’t likely to burst into flame anytime soon, but I had utterly underestimated the scope of tonight’s conflict, ye gods and little fishes. This wasn’t just a ritual spell. This was an all-out amphibious assault, my very own miniature war.
Cold Days (The Dresden Files, #14)
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