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Originally Posted by Keltest. Spoiler: spoiler. It's not so much mortal flesh, as good people. When Harry was in the middle of trying to murder Rudolph, he was giving in to Winter and becoming less human and distinctly less good. The sword burning him then was a warning, that he was turning himself into one of the things it stands against.

Winter can't force Harry to change, but it can exploit his weaknesses to get him to change himself. He nearly did then. Originally Posted by GloatingSwine.

Anyhow, I found that chapter to be a little confusing! I don't think Justine even went ashore on Demonreach. Harry had told her that she would be OK as long as he arrived with her, but then when he figured out she had been possessed, he bailed off the boat. Harry wasn't prepared to bind Nemesis, so he knew that Alfred would expel Justine if she went ashore.

It's possible that she went ashore and was ejected, but more likely she just bugged out to the south end of Lake Michigan and abandoned the boat. As for no badass normal characters being left, yeah, that was actually one of my problems with the book.

There are a few characters who would qualify if they were given more focus--Bradley would seem to fit the part, maybe Nick Christian or Vince Graver if we ever see them again, Rawlins certainly if he plays a bigger role in the future, and Riley. Given the upcoming forced marriage of Harry to Lara, I'd guess that Riley would be the best bet to play a bigger part going forward.

Last edited by dps; at PM. There's the Men In Black we haven't seen anything of, which are probably mostly mortal. Going back a few books, there's that FBI agent from Changes , I always felt like he was being set up for something. Plus the surviving Defenders of Chicago, though I don't remember if Randy was killed. Steam Profile. Not particularly. Harry was getting warned constantly that people would be looking to trip him up so they could legally gut him. Maeve taking him out via whatever her mantle's self-defense condition is would have just been chalked up to that.

On one hand, fully expected to lose Murphy. On the other hand, didn't quite expect her to lose her like this. On the octokong's hand, I think it actually makes a certain kind of sense.

Killing Murphy in a fight might have actually robbed some of the drama from it. We've been steadily watching her lose ground to the rest of the cast, but she didn't quite have Michael's willingness to hang up the sword.

Whereas this actually gives a bit more punch to us finally losing her. Basilisk 6. To be kind of cold blooded, I felt like Butcher has been itching to move on from Murphy for a few books now, what with the nearly constant Lara shiptease. He needed an emotional punch in this one.

Thomas was no longer an option. He's also been wanting to reinforce the "humans are still the biggest threat" thing, AND give Harry a morality test, so the nature of her death probably met multiple goals. Read it. That was Murphy who has been there from the beginning is just Ethniu might as well have been Freeza, Madara or Father from FMA with way she took on basically everyone and the army they brought with them. Justine turns out to be possessed by a cthulhu monster.

Michael even swears like a sailor in a dozen different languages over it. Harry got a mug that reminds him of his father and Maggie I'm also on discord as "raziere". Originally Posted by Lord Raziere. Spoiler: Battlegrounds. Justine is either imprisoned or somewhere else. Originally Posted by dps. Well, in fairness, you could say that about almost anyone. Didnt Lara confirm Justine got away at the end? Instead, he acts more like a psychic. FAQ 2. What level of involvement does Jim Butcher have in the show?

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Cancel Save. Universal Conquest Wiki. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3. Harry gets gangbanged by pixies, and it's all Thomas' goddamned fault.

But that's starting to look like the least of his problems. Bianca Saint Claire, everyone's favorite store-brand Carmilla, once made me up a gravestone with the inscription pre-written: "He died doing the right thing. Now, I hate Bianca, and a grave wasn't exactly on my birthday wishlist.

But you have to admit, that's kind of cool, right? I can appreciate it in retrospect. An epitaph that can work no matter what. In this case, it was all Thomas' goddamn fault because he'd neglected to order pizza like I'd told him to three hours ago. And Pizza 'Spress was closed for the night, and like hell was I going to subject the troops who took down the Summer Lady to Domino's. So we were back to the old-fashioned way.

Thomas rolled his eyes. Perhaps you should make our next grocery run? I'm taking your weird honey as penalty for screwing up on the pizza and being a smartass. Are you secretly binging on honey and greasy cheese? That can't be good for you. I grunted, rummaging through the fridge. Pizza's the best way to call them up, but the classic way is honey, bread, and fruit.

I jumped. Why did he have to be so blasted quiet? Goddamned apex predators. Eyebrow raised, Thomas plucked my choices out of the bag. They're all aphrodisiacs. You don't think I actually like the taste of figs, do you? I shoved the banana back among the other fruits, not blushing at all. They're just fruit. He shrugged. Use protection, though, I don't want to know what kind of sparkly venereal diseases the pixies might be carrying.

An hour later, my ritual setup was arranged in the woods outside of town. A basket, ritual wine, fruits of the harvest, flickering candles Okay, it was a picnic. But it was also a ritual. I was trying to get the pixies to agree to a very risky proposition for them; a rogue malk was bad news for little folk, and tailing it like I was asking could mean heavy casualties.

This was a matter of diplomacy. So I was breaking out the diplomatic picnic basket and moving from the usual back alley to the pretty part of the woods. To Toot-Toot and his kin, this was a royal reception, the kind that could get them to consider a really raw deal from somebody they didn't know all that well. After a minute or two, the flashing light of pixie wings zipped out of the treeline, approaching me at speed.

A lithe male figure no more than a foot long, wearing only a loincloth and a broad grin, pulled up in front of me, hovering in place before the picnic basket. His mane of lilac hair was pulled back from his face in a ponytail, but somehow he still managed to look classically handsome despite his douchey hairstyle. How may I serve? I smiled at him welcomingly. Could you call up the rest of your clan so we could discuss?

He nodded briskly, put his fingers to his lips, and let out a piercing whistle. The bushes erupted with a cloud of glowing figures, who buzzed over to back up their general. What is your wish? Toot held up a tiny hand. If this is negotiation, you offer first, then you say what you want.

That's how it goes. Haven't you ever negotiated before? I pulled the stopper out of the bottle, finding that it had one of those glass stem things. A drop of honey clung to it, glinting in the light. Toot flitted over to it and licked it off, covering his face in sticky gold. With a predatory look in his eye, he flickered back to his people. No pizza, no negotiation, no backsies. Thrice declared and so mote it be. The cloud of pixies muttered rebelliously, but seemed more anticipatory than anything else.

At a gesture from Toot-Toot, a few buzzed away, busying themselves in the grass. Those ones were the eagerest of all. Toot-Toot shook his head. But it was too much risk. You could've backed out.

There's always pizza; this, no. This, we need. I know you guys aren't this excited about getting a really nice fruit basket. Ominous giggles rippled through the cloud. But you promised us everything on the blanket. Before I could respond, the pixies in the underbrush sprang out and bound my hands behind my back with a rope of woven grass. Let me go!