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15 pages, Audiobook
First published January 20, 2026
I was there when the woman Harry had loved for years died in his arms. Harry saved us that day, but it broke him. Shattered him. Trapped him in a sepulchral pyre of sorrow. Yes, we won the battle, but it is an eternal war, and if we lose Harry, we have lost all.
There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides—met
To view the last of me, a living frame
For one more picture! in a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set
And blew "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came."
Robert Browning

Harry Dresden was fun as the struggling PI/wizard. Now as the Winter Knight, that charm is mostly gone.
“Pain is a fire. That’s true for all of the people, some of the time. If you’ve never had to stand in that fire, be patient: Your turn is coming. Whether the pain is physical or purely mental doesn’t really matter—it turns out that your brain reacts to it the same way, lighting up many of the same centers of perception. Some brainy types in lab coats proved that one fairly recently. The suffering from a broken heart is similar to that from a gunshot wound, in terms of how our minds react over the long term. It all hurts. When you have to live with that hurt, with that pain, when there’s no way to turn it off or get away from it, you start to make adjustments. Your choices in how you deal with your pain determine the course of your recovery. That’s why people who go through a difficult ordeal sometimes come out stronger, and sometimes they come out broken—but they always come out… Changed. Pain is a fire.”
“There was this empty pit inside me where all my recent pain and loss lived, and I felt an urge to hurl myself into it, but I held off. That was the point of all the meditation I’d been doing—to give me some measure of ability to keep functioning even when my body and my heart wanted me to collapse screaming. Sometimes that happened to me at night, late. I’d just start screaming. I’d scream and I wouldn’t be able to stop until I’d screamed myself out. Until I was breathing too hard to keep doing it, until my throat hurt, until my jaws ached from forcing my mouth open too wide."
“Peace and happiness aren't the same thing. Not at all.
Happiness is peace in action.
And peace is happiness at rest.
And neither one has to be perfect to be real.”
