Small Favor by Jim Butcher EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Jim Butcher
- Genre: Paranormal & Urban Fantasy
- Publish Date: March 3, 2009
- Size: 1.4 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Avail for Download
- Price: Free
Winter came early that year; it should have been a tip‐off.
A snowball soared through the evening air and smacked into my apprentice’s
mouth. Since she was muttering a mantra‐style chant when it hit her, she
wound up with a mouthful of frozen cheer—which may or may not have been
more startling for her than for most people, given how many metallic
piercings were suddenly in direct contact with the snow.
Molly Carpenter sputtered, spitting snow, and a round of hooting laughter
went up from the children gathered around her. Tall, blond, and athletic,
dressed in jeans and a heavy winter coat, she looked natural in the snowy
setting, her cheeks and nose turning red with the cold.
“Concentration, Molly!” I called. I carefully kept any laughter I might have
wanted to indulge in from my voice. “You’ve got to concentrate! Again!”
The children, her younger brothers and sisters, immediately began packing
fresh ammunition to hurl at her. The backyard of the Carpenter house was
already thoroughly chewed up from an evening of winter warfare, and two
low “fortress” walls faced each other across ten yards of open lawn. Molly
stood between them, shivering, and gave me an impatient look.
“This can’t possibly be real training,” she said, her voice quavering with cold.
“You’re just doing this for your own sick amusement, Harry.”
I beamed at her and accepted a freshly made snowball from little Hope, who
had apparently appointed herself my squire. I thanked the small girl gravely,
and bounced the snowball on my palm a few times. “Nonsense,” I said. “This
is wonderful practice. Did you think you were going to start off bouncing
Molly gave me an exasperated look. Then she took a deep breath, bowed her
head again, and lifted her left hand, her fingers spread wide. She began
muttering again, and I felt the subtle shift of energies moving as she began
drawing magic up around her in an almost solid barrier, a shield that rose
between her and the incipient missile storm.
“Ready!” I called out. “Aim!”
Every single person there, including myself, threw before I got to the end of
aim, and snowballs sped through the air, flung by children ranging from the
eldest, Daniel, who was seventeen, down to the youngest, little Harry, who
wasn’t yet big enough to have much of a throwing arm, but who didn’t let
that stop him from making the largest snowball he could lift.
Snowballs pelted my apprentice’s shield, and it stopped the first two, the
frozen missiles exploding into puffs of fresh powder. The rest of them,
though, went right on through Molly’s defenses, and she was splattered with
several pounds of snow. Little Harry ran up to her and threw last, with both
hands, and shrieked merry triumph as his bread‐loaf‐sized snowball
splattered all over Molly’s stomach.
“Fire!” I barked belatedly.
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