Blood Rites

Title: Blood Rites
Author: Jim Butcher
Published: 2004 in book form but this was an audio book
Genre: Noir urban fantasy
Pages: 372 says Wikipedia.




This book opens with a scene of Harry rescuing a box of puppies for a Brother Wang from a monkey demon hurling its fiery poo around. From there we move on to the set of a porn movie where people are dying strangely. Drop in a family of White Court vampires, some nasty Black Court ones as well, and Harry's up in it to his neck again. And it is awesome.


Listened to about half of the book in one sitting, while drawing on my summer holiday, trying to ignore the guy wreaking havoc in our poor bathroom which kinda has to be built again from the basics. Didn't even notice the time going by, Mr. Marsters' voice is so hypnotic. And the story was such a wild ride once again.




There was a sound of impact, a raspy, dry scream, and the vampire went down hard. It lay on the ground like a butterfly pinned to a card, arms and legs thrashing uselessly. Its chest and collarbone had been crushed. By an entire frozen turkey. A twenty-pounder. The plucked bird must have fallen from an airplane overhead, doubtlessly manipulated by the curse. By the time it got to the ground, the turkey had already reached its terminal velocity, and was still hard as a brick. The drumsticks poked up above the vampire's crushed chest, their ends wrapped in red tinfoil. The vampire gasped and writhed a little more. The timer popped out of the turkey. Everyone stopped to blink at that for a second. I mean, come on. Impaled by a guided frozen turkey missile. Even by the standards of the quasi-immortal creatures of the night, that ain't something you see twice. "For my next trick," I panted into the startled silence, "anvils." 

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