Harry's world is not mine. It belongs to Jim Butcher and Sci Fi. I merely frolic around merrily in it.Rating:
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Book (spoilers for Dead Beat on)
I glared up from the ground. "Shut up, Ramirez."
Carlos kept laughing. He offered me a hand, which I ignored. "C'mon, Harry, that was awesome. You were like Bambi on ice there."
"Ha. How come I'm on the ground and you look like Torvil and Dean? They don't even have ice in LA!"
"I'm naturally spry, man," he answered. "One of my many
talents. Now, suck it up and take my hand, amigo
. The babies will get into trouble without us."
I grabbed his hand and got up. We went after the trainees. "I've had more sex than you," I said.
That shut him up.