Jim Butcher, you Magnificent B*#^%&!. You suck.
As long as you don't pull a Douglas Adams on me and the rest of the Dresden Files fandom in the next eight or so years, though, I can forgive you. I'll keep nursing this desperate need to scream for resolution until next year, but I can let you have this one cliffhanger. The next book, though? No
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