Magic. Wizards. Spells. Demons. You know, everyday stuff like that. Ho-hum. Yawn. hahaha This is the first of the Dresden Files series, of which there are about sebenty-lebenty books. The genre is fantasy/paranormal/magic/mystery. Kind of noir wizard detective in the 40’s Raymond Chandler style. You know, Sorceress in A Red Dress. As written in 2000.
It was fun, but got a little too evil demon-ish for my taste, a whole lot of whirling and swirling and damage and black magic and stuff like that. I like my fantasy/paranormal/magic/mystery a bit more subtle, thanks. Here’s the plot, such as it is:
Lost Items Found. Paranormal Investigations. Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates. No Love Potions, Endless Purses, or Other Entertainment.
Harry Dresden is the best at what he does. Well, technically, he’s the only at what he does. So when the Chicago P.D. has a case that transcends mortal creativity or capability, they come to him for answers. For the “everyday” world is actually full of strange and magical things—and most don’t play well with humans. That’s where Harry comes in. Takes a wizard to catch a—well, whatever. There’s just one problem. Business, to put it mildly, stinks.
So when the police bring him in to consult on a grisly double murder committed with black magic, Harry’s seeing dollar signs. But where there’s black magic, there’s a black mage behind it. And now that mage knows Harry’s name. And that’s when things start to get interesting.
Dresden is a wizard working as a P.I., or a P.I. working as a wizard. A woman calls his office, needing his services. And that’s where it begins. Then it continues when the police call him to view a double murder where the victims’ hearts have been …. well …. exploded. Egad. Obviously done by magic, and between the chick and the gruesome murder, Harry is suddenly busy.
Fun read, but I’ll take a pass on the remaining series. I can only take so much summoning of demons before I get hungry and want to summon a pizza.