My
office is in a building in midtown Chicago.
It’s an older building, and not in the best of shape, especially since
there was that problem with the elevator last year. I don’t care what anyone says, that wasn’t my
fault. When a giant scorpion the size of
an Irish wolfhound is tearing its way through the roof of your elevator car,
you get real willing to take desperate measures.
(from Grave Peril by Jim Butcher)
8½*/10.
The complete review is here.
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