#battle grounds

[connah151]

My take on Battle Grounds

MASSIVE SPOILERS

Opening up with a Kraken fight, because when you know your enemy is coming from the water, why wouldn’t you relax on a boat?

Harry has kept a pizza express in operation single handedly for well over a decade

Angel retirement package: What do you know about booze?

Jim Butcher: Ok so I’ve done T-Rex vs Zombies, Jedi Knight vs Fallen Angels, and Idiot Wizard vs Cthulhu. What’s next..... ah of course! Bigfoot Vs Dracula

Jim: Remember how badass Mavra was 14 books ago? 10 books ago she chargrilled Dresden. How do we keep her as intimidating as ever? Also Jim: We could have Toot Toot stuff her like a turkey with pizza toppings? Other Jims: GENIUS!

*Seeing giants coming out of the ocean* Every Single Nordic Warrior on the field: Ahhh finally! An excuse to die! (again)

For 17 Books I’ve waited for Harry and Murphy to soul gaze... then Jim did that. The man’s a sadist and he knows it.

Fuck Rudolph

In the space of two books we’ve had: ‘Youre a wizard Harry’ and ‘You Shall Not Pass!’. What’s next? ....fine, keep your secrets

“Now I’m the heaviest hitter we have, so I should get my ass kicked first!” (Mab’s entire battle plan)

Fuck Rudolph

*Titania being fully aware of what’s happening and ready to take the field* Let me just hit this asshole with a lightning bolt first

*Marcone lying on the beach with a broken neck* Oh this’ll really fuck with him, I bet I can make him faint

Seriously fuck Rudolph! Someone give Kincaid the dudes home address

Murphy and Hendricks were taken by Odin. Cue Dresden files spin off series set a thousand years later: Einerjaring a Laugh? A dead cop and a dead crook team up to fight supernatural assholes

Goodman Grey spent a lot of alone time with Nemesis... I see no way that’ll be an issue

Marcone buys Harry’s old home and Lionel Luthers’ himself a castle. *A short while later* Harry: YOINK!

Ok Harry, Fuck Marry Kill. The white court, the red court and the black court. Harry: Hmmm, Marry White, Kill Red and get ready Daddy Dracul!

Yeah... Fuck Rudolph

I loved this book. It had flaws, but they were overshadowed by sheer epicness, forethought, comedy and real stakes! Not as good as Changes or Dead Beat, but easily top five.

[the-errant-bard]

I’m half way through Battle Grounds, and I’m already broken. One chapter has shattered me, and the following chapters keep hammering at the pieces.

[blackrigante]

For people reading Dresden Files be aware, this post contains spoilers.

Getting ready for Peace Talks I am currently on Death Masks, need to speed up some, but I got to think how long was Lash inside Harry's head. I came across this gem online.

If you go to to 5:40 we learn something cool https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-w1Z9CcaoaU&feature=youtu.be

So now my question is who was Lash... I need to get to Ghost Story and figure this out, but if anyone has a theory please share. But for now I need to power read and get ready.

[vthoughtful]

Making my way through #BattleGrounds and I feel personally attacked by all of Jim Butcher’s narrative decisions. Still a fantastic read, i sublimely comment, as the book stabs ancient knives through my lungs.

[loveipromiseimnotinsane]

It is taking every ounce of will power not to scroll through the Dresden Files tag rn. My book will be here in a few hours but I'm not sure if I'll be able to survive till then.

[iwillbeinmynest]

The Battle

Authors Notes: Just an excerpt from a book I'll never write. 

 I kinda get a Viking/Gladiator vibe from this chick but, I’m curious to who you think she could be. Is it you? A character you know? A character that should be? Who knows. 

 Anyways, I wrote it, knew I wasn’t going to take it anywhere, and figured I’d post it.  Enjoy.

Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, angst, exhaustion, fighting, mentions of death. 

No one talks about how hard it is. No one tells you about the ache you feel in your muscles. No one mentions the excruciating struggle you feel when your mind is forcing your limbs to move, your lungs to breathe and your heart to keep beating. No one remembers the difficulties; only the victories or failures.

 No one tells you, that in the midst of the battle, you will want to breakdown. That you will want to cover your ears to ward off the screams from people who once fought strong beside you. That you will wish the sight be rid from your eyes, that you may never again see the horrors of a true battle. No one tells you the burning you’ll feel in your nose from the smoke and from the stench of severed life.

 I shook my head and tried to focus. Survive, I tell myself, survive. My chest heaved and I tried to wipe the blood off my face but I only smeared it deeper into my pours. At the very least, I take comfort in knowing that it is not my blood. Tears pricked at my eyes and my lip quivered when another man catches my eye. 

 He is hideous. His beard grows wild and untamed. His eyes are sunken into his skull; not with age, I think, but with hate. He is drenched in the blood of those whom he has already slain and I can smell the arrogance from even this distance. He thinks himself so great. He believes me an easy opponent. He stalks towards me the way a beast would it’s prey.

 I am so tired and my heart aches for a respite; be it temporary or permanent. I want to drop my sword and walk away. To turn my back and let him end me; let him end the battle within me. But more than my life is at stake today, so, I tighten my grip and widen my stance. For them I will fight, for them I will win. I must return home.

 I mustered up all I had to give him the most hateful glance. It must have worked because he stopped in front of me. His head crooked to the side and the grin of death spread from dirty cheek to dirty cheek. 

 My soul shivered.

 "What be your name, girl?" His voice, like gravel, scratches my ears but it gives me some relief from the cries of agony that I hear in familiar voices. His fingers twitch around the hilt of his blade. He is eager for this. He lives for this. It will be his undoing. 

 I don't answer him. But I do spit onto the ground in front of his feet. He does not deserve to know my name. 

 His lip twitches into a grin and he advances. He doesn’t even hear the war around him. He only sees me; a quick victory, a won battle, a woman conquered.

 I clench my jaw and will the tears back. I hold my sword as if it were an extension of me; for today, that’s what it is. In these fleeting moments, I prepare myself for brutality and pain. I remove all distractions and narrow my eyes.

 Today will not be my last day. 

   But it will be his.

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[strawhatsweets]

just looked at my drafts and i have a headache now- wtf what happening to my brain last week? Jesus fuck- like the same fic was started 3 times and went in 3 different directions- all of which SUCKED and then theres just one that sayd

" "shut the fuck up." But you couldnt contain your own whines."

WHERE WAS THAT GOING??? THATS IT????????? HELLO?

[vthoughtful]

Finished Battle Grounds today and I cried. Listened to the Christmas Eve story at the end and I cried. Here’s hoping we don’t have to wait another six years for the next book.