Book Review: Dead Beat

Book Seven of the Dresden Files

There are life lessons going on here people! Zen and the art of polka

Harry: Mouse liked going places in the car. That the place had happened to be a clandestine meeting in a freaking graveyard didn’t seem to spoil anything for him. It was all about the journey, not the destination. A very Zen soul was Mouse.

Butters: Screw up my life?…I’m a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow…Do your worst.

Harry: Took cover…in the action business when you don’t want to say you ran like a mouse, you call it ‘taking cover’. It’s more heroic.

Harry: Listen to me…we are not going to die…and do you want to know why? Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I am too stubborn to die…and most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.