Skin Game by Jim Butcher EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Jim Butcher
- Genre: Private Investigator Mysteries, Paranormal & Urban Fantasy
- Publish Date: March 3, 2015
- Size: 3 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
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- Price: Free
here was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I
trusted to go in and get it out hadn’t shown up or spoken to me for more
than a year.
That’s a lot of time to start asking yourself questions. Who am I?
What have I done with my life?
Who can I trust?
That last one is a doozy. It haunts you in moments of doubt. Sometimes
when you wake up at night, you wonder if you’ve put your faith in the right
people. Sometimes when you find yourself alone, for whatever reason, you
review every little thing you know about someone, searching your memory
for small, subtle things that you may have missed about them.
It makes you scared. It makes you think that maybe you’ve made some
horrible mistakes lately. It drives you to do something, to act—only when
you’re stuck on an island in the middle of Lake Michigan, you’re kind of
limited in your choices of exactly what you can do to blow off steam.
I’d gone with my usual option. I was running through long tunnels filled
with demons and monsters and nightmares, because it was easier than going
to the gym.
The tunnels were big, the size of some of the substreets beneath the city of
Chicago, their walls made of earth and stone, wound through with things that
looked like roots but could not possibly belong to any tree this deep in the
earth. Every few yards, more or less at random, there was a mound of
luminous pale green quartz crystals. Inside every crystal mound was a
recumbent, shadowy form. Some of the mounds held figures no larger than a
medium-sized dog. Some of them were the size of houses.
I had just finished climbing over one of the huge mounds and was
sprinting toward the next, the first in a series of three mounds more or less
the size of my deceased Volkswagen.
“Parkour!” I shouted, and leapt, hitting the top of the mound with my
hands and vaulting over it. I landed on the far side, dropped into a forward
roll over one shoulder, and came up running.
“Parkour!” I shouted at the next mound, putting one hand down as I leapt,
using it to guide my body up to the horizontal at the same level as my head,
clearing the next mound, landing, and staying on the move.
“Parkour!” I screamed again at the third, and simply dove over it in a long
arc. The idea was to clear it, land on my hands, drop into a smooth roll, and
come up running again, but it didn’t work out that way. I misjudged the dive,
my foot caught a crystal, and I belly flopped and planted my face in the dirt
on the far side of the mound.
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