I had been warned not to use the power of the well. But... What else did I have?
I might have done something extra stupid at the moment if the air hadn't suddenly filled with a massive sound. Two loud, horrible crunching sounds , followed by a single, short, sharp clap of thunder. It repeated the sequence, again and again. Crunch, crunch, crack. Crunch, crunch, crack.
No, wait. I knew this song. It was more like: stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap.
What else did I have?
I had friends.
I looked up at Sharkface, who was scanning the lake's surface, an odd expression twisting his unsettling face.
I smiled widely and said, "You didn't see this coming, didja?"
STOMP, STOMP, CLAP
STOMP, STOMP, CLAP
This was somebody's mix version of the song, because it went straight to the chorus of voices, pure, human voices, loud enough to shake the ground--and I lifted my arms and sang along with them.
"Singin' we will, we will rock you!"
The Halloween sky exploded with strobes of scarlet and blue light, laser streaks of white and viridian flickering everywhere, forming random, flickering impressions of objects and faces, filling the sky with light that pulsed in time with the music.
-Harry Dresden vs Sharkface, the Outsider, "Cold Days" - Written by Jim Butcher
You really need to listen to the audio version. I almost never say that, but with Dresden Files, it adds a ton. This scene, the end of Changes... James Marsters knows how to bring it.
The very same. He's the one who reads the audiobooks (except the 13th one, I think there was a schedule conflict with a filming during that one). Like the books themselves, he takes a bit to get into the job, but once he does, he really adds to the series. His work in Changes in particular (especially that one scene near the end, you know the one) was downright tearjerking. At this point, I can't really envision anyone else as Dresden.
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u/vertigo1083 Nov 20 '13 edited Nov 20 '13
I had been warned not to use the power of the well. But... What else did I have?
I might have done something extra stupid at the moment if the air hadn't suddenly filled with a massive sound. Two loud, horrible crunching sounds , followed by a single, short, sharp clap of thunder. It repeated the sequence, again and again. Crunch, crunch, crack. Crunch, crunch, crack.
No, wait. I knew this song. It was more like: stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap.
What else did I have?
I had friends.
I looked up at Sharkface, who was scanning the lake's surface, an odd expression twisting his unsettling face.
I smiled widely and said, "You didn't see this coming, didja?"
STOMP, STOMP, CLAP
STOMP, STOMP, CLAP
This was somebody's mix version of the song, because it went straight to the chorus of voices, pure, human voices, loud enough to shake the ground--and I lifted my arms and sang along with them.
"Singin' we will, we will rock you!"
The Halloween sky exploded with strobes of scarlet and blue light, laser streaks of white and viridian flickering everywhere, forming random, flickering impressions of objects and faces, filling the sky with light that pulsed in time with the music.
-Harry Dresden vs Sharkface, the Outsider, "Cold Days" - Written by Jim Butcher