I’m still salty about Peace Talks and also I discovered Meme Generator. I’m not sorry.
Hey, guys, I’m handling Peace Talks really well. :))))))))))))))))))))
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So I finished Peace Talks.................. the title of the next book being Battle Ground really says how the peace talks go
My big take away from the book is that I want to throw hands with Ebenezar McCoy and I would win through sheer rage
I also want to throw hands with Ebenezar, so you are not alone.
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Hey, Dresden Fandom. You guys may or may not be knee deep in Peace Talks, but if you are, I welcome you to the below reactions, in handy dandy bullet form. I would love to discuss the book if you’re interested, whether you reblog with comments or shoot me a chat. I just finished the book, so all spoilers are below the Read More tag.
Woof. Well, at least it was something after six fucking years of waiting.
RE: the white court getting burned. It’s only if the last person you had sex with was someone who truly loved you. And the white court only get burned if their hunger is “close to the surface”, so to speak. Thomas could touch Harry because he was never trying to feed on him.
And yeah, I wasn’t entirely satisfied with Eb’s behavior in this book either. I guess I always thought that he wasn’t quite as gung-ho on the whole “the council are the good guys” thing. But I suppose that they wouldn’t let someone who didn’t believe in the Council be their wetworks man.
Given how much Eb hates vampires, I’m starting to think that it’s not just because of what happened to Harry’s mom. I’m guessing that maybe some vamps had something to do with Eb’s wife dying too.
Before the book came out, my theory about the Titan mentioned in the Battle Ground blurb was that it’d be Rhea, the mother of Zeus, Hades, etc. Because afaik, she didn’t really do much in the myths, besides giving birth to some of the gods, and tricking Kronos into swallowing a rock. The Titan we actually got makes more sense, of course.
I certainly don’t doubt that Eb has a reason to blindly hate the White Court, and whatever reason we’ll get later will probably justify it. Even Harry brought up his problem with the ghouls that ate those kids, how he is just entirely intolerant of them and wouldn’t mind it if they were all dead. I’m just frustrated because it feels like Eb is just like “you stupid kid, you don’t know anything” despite the entire laundry list of things Thomas has done for his brother that were noble, selfless, and kind. The fact that Eb can’t even fathom that maybe just ONE White Court vampire out of a million might be alright irritates me, especially since Harry isn’t a moron and he would not trust Thomas lightly and Eb should know there is more to this story, but he’s just letting the blanket hatred take over. Add in his attitude that the Council are the good guys and I am just done with Eb right now in general. We’ll see what he has to say in Battle Ground, but I’m not convinced I won’t still want to smack him.
Peace Talks Reactions
Hey, Dresden Fandom. You guys may or may not be knee deep in Peace Talks, but if you are, I welcome you to the below reactions, in handy dandy bullet form. I would love to discuss the book if you’re interested, whether you reblog with comments or shoot me a chat. I just finished the book, so all spoilers are below the Read More tag.
Woof. Well, at least it was something after six fucking years of waiting.
Has anyone yet thought about the fact that Maggie Dresden is going to be the most overprotected child of all time?
Let’s list off this girl’s immediate and extended family, shall we?
* Dad: Harry Dresden. Aka Captain Fucking Disaster of the Supernatural World. Literally wiped out an entire goddamn race of vampires to save his kid, is the fucking Winter Knight, a Warden of the White Council, and has killed a myriad of creatures eleventy-billion times stronger than him.
* (Surrogate) Mom*: (*provisional that as agreed at the end of Skin Game that they will now be together romantically) Karrin Murphy. Former head of Special Investigations, detective, and cop. Sharpshooter. Martial artist. Has wielded a Sword before and has also kicked the shit out of a myriad of creatures eleventy-billion times stronger than her.
* Uncle: Thomas Raith. White Court vampire. Expert swordsman. Ridiculously agile. Viciously protective of family. Brother to the current ruler of the White Court.
* Best Friend: Mouse. Foo Dog. Survived being hit by a fucking speeding van. Literally killed a goddamn Denarian by ripping his fucking throat out.
* Great Godmother: Leanansidhe. The arguably second most powerful fucking fairie in the Winter Court. Also batshit crazy.
* Great Grandfather: Ebenezar McCoy. Blackstaff McCoy, an actual wizard assassin who has gone up against all manner of beasties for centuries and has come out on top, no problem. Wizard of the Senior Council. Caused Kincaid himself to draw a gun to protect himself, for God’s sake.
* Uncle (unofficially): Michael Carpenter. Former Knight of the Cross, who is still protected by God and able to wield his Sword in emergencies.
* Close Friend: Molly Carpenter. Current Winter Lady. Expert in delicate magic, veils, and other intricate, important spells, along with wielding insane amounts of Winter magic on top.
* Aunt (unofficially): Mab. Queen of Air and Darkness. Aside from Mother Winter, probably the deadliest person in the entire Winter Court.
...I mean, can you imagine someone being stupid enough to ever threaten this poor child? Maggie’s support system would have to play Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who gets to kill them, how, when, and how slowly.
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“Your Morse is rusty,” he said a few minutes later. “On my staff it sounded like you spelled it ‘blampires.’”
“I did,” I said. “Black Court vampires. I just shortened it some.”
Ebenezar tsked. “Blampires. That’s the problem with you young people. Shortening all the words.”
“Too many acronyms?” I asked.
“Ayuh.”
“Well, then,” I said. “I’m glad you took the time to RSVP me. I have a problem that needs to stay on the QT, but is rapidly going FUBAR. I’m sorry to call you LD through AT&T instead of going UPS, but I need your help ASAP. I hope that’s OK.”
Ebenezar grunted, shot me a sidelong look, and said, “Don’t make me kick your ass.”
“No, sir,” I said.
Harry Dresden and Ebenezar McCoy (Blood Rites by Jim Butcher)