Battle Ground (The Dresden Files, #17)

by Jim Butcher

“So as long as she thinks she’s invincible, she is?”

I realized that I was watching something that I had never seen or even much heard of before. The Little Folk were mobilizing for war. For pizza. Hell’s bells. Well.

We didn’t charge into the fray so much as aggressively shamble. But into the fray we went.

I felt raw, as if my skin had been peeled off and the world was made of salt and lemon juice. Maybe a little distance was a good thing, for a while.