Peace Talks (The Dresden Files, #16)

by Jim Butcher

“Listens-to-Wind says you’re a good investment. Just got some rough edges and need to learn more. Especially with that thing Mab hung on your shoulders.” I frowned. “Listens-to-Wind made an offer like that, too.” “Sure,” River said. “But I taught him. And he’s just about gotten to the end of his path.” He looked uncomfortable. “Lot of the wizards who matter are near the end. Hanging on hard.” I tilted my head at him. “Why?” “Not the right person, time, or place to tell you, starborn.” I pursed my lips. “Six hundred and sixty-six years,” I said experimentally. River’s craggy brows rose, itself a feat of superhuman strength. “Huh,” he said. “You learned some things.” “I learned that,” I said. “We pretty close to that time,” he said. “Kinda promised not to tell you anything. Sucks. Necessary. But if I was you, I’d think hard about taking my offer.”