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Old 02-17-2017, 07:27 PM   #7660
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Cool Ben Aaronovitch: He may be the British Jim Butcher

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An Interview with Ben Aaronovitch, Author of 'The Hanging Tree'

Audible.co.uk

Published on Oct 18, 2016

Ben Aaronovitch is the bestselling author most well-known for his urban fantasy series, Rivers Of London. He joins Robin Morgan in the Audible Studios to discuss, among other things, his latest book 'The Hanging Tree'. http://adbl.co/TheHangingTree
I figured that I should give those of you unexposed to the Peter Grant series a taste of the dialog from one of the books:

Dominic stared at the werelight.
‘What the hell is that?’ he asked.
‘It’s a magic spell,’ I said, and Beverley snorted.
‘Show off,’ she said.
‘I said I was going to do magic,’ I said.
‘But .*.*.’ Dominic floundered around for a bit before pointing at me accusingly. ‘You said that there’s weird shit, but it normally turns out to have a rational explanation.’
‘It does,’ said Beverley. ‘The explanation is a wizard did it.’
‘That’s my line,’ I said, and Beverley shrugged.
‘You didn’t say anything about spells!’ said Dominic.
‘It’s just a werelight,’ I said.
It was like having our own personal streetlight, but beyond that bright circle the woods were a jumble of angular shadows – shifting uneasily as the yellow werelight bobbed and wavered in the breeze.
‘Can we at least start moving in the right direction?’ I said.
‘Jesus Christ,’ said Dominic, who was still having trouble. ‘Is there anything else I should know?’
‘We’re looking for an invisible unicorn and Bev here is the goddess of a small river in South London.’


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