The Law by Jim Butcher EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Jim Butcher
- Genre: Witch & Wizard Mysteries
- Publish Date: July 5, 2022
- Size: 1 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
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- Price: Free
Life isn’t fair.
That’s a fact that occurs to all of us when we’re pretty young.
Whether it comes to us in a very real and serious way, maybe when a parent
dies early, or whether we learn it in a much less heavy fashion on a
playground somewhere, the fact gets through. Planet Earth isn’t a fair place.
It’s unfair in a broad variety of different ways, some worse than others, but it
isn’t fair. Not for anybody.
And that’s pretty much the fairest thing about it.
It had been a tough year for me, ever since the Last Titan attacked the
city. I’d lost friends, plural, in the battle. One of them had been Murphy.
She’d bled out while I held her. She’d been shot in the neck. Accidentally.
Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw her face, lips going blue, skin turning
grey. I couldn’t get it out of my dreams or out of my head. I hated going to
sleep, because my dreams were mostly of her dying, over and over again, on
replay. Maybe my subconscious was looking for all the ways I could have
changed the outcome of the situation, like an angry coach with an after-game
video. Or maybe I just couldn’t let her go.
Hell if I knew.
I’d been feeling sorry for myself, which is about the most use- less thing
you can feel: it doesn’t do a damned thing for you. You don’t feel any better,
you don’t get any better, and you’re too busy moping to do anything to
actually make your life any better. There’s a reason the old folks call it sitting
and stewing in your own juices. That’s all that goes on—you just soak in the
pain.
Still, there is a time for all things, including a time when it’s appropriate
to feel that way. For me, that time was between three and five in the morning.
I couldn’t sleep more than three or four hours a night, and when I’d wake, I
would lay there with my eyes closed and…hurt. Sometimes I’d drift into a
nightmarish doze again. For most of a month, though, I had just laid there
hurting.
My purely mechanical alarm clock would go off at five—not to wake me
up, but to tell me it was time to put those feelings away for a while.
It’s okay to hurt.
It’s not okay to fail the people who rely on me. That was my point of
balance.
So, at five AM, on a day about a month after Murphy went away, I got
up, went through a stretching routine which other people might call ‘yoga,’
and chose a cold shower because you can’t worry about anything else while
you’re in one. Then I dressed, faked being a functional human, and shambled
out of my chambers in the castle and to the kitchen for breakfast.
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