I liked the first Dresden Files novel so much I picked up the second without delay.
Harry's luck, or unluck, never lets up. Joining the investigation of a series of grisly murders, Harry ends up tangling with a bunch of different werewolves, from well-meaning furry people to nasty people who like being wolves to tear-you-and-all-your-friends-into bits loup garou.
Yes, there are multiple kinds of werewolves in this book. Unlike the movie "Cursed," the book actually explains the rules and the differences between them. And Harry fights them all, at one point or another.
But he just can't catch a break. He goes into battle well armed with wands, charms, potions and guns. Inevitably, he drops or loses all of them. Then he gets his butt kicked.
Not only is he fighting werewolves, he's also dodging gangsters and the FBI. Oh, and Murphy's hecka pissed at him, so the Chicago PD isn't too friendly, either.
Bloody and breakneck, the action starts and never lets up, and it's only Harry's persistence that keeps him alive. A brush with dark magics gives him a choice to make, but the attraction of easy power may be too much for him to deny.
If Butcher's writing has a major flaw, it's the tendency to overuse the same analogies. I get that Murphy is cheerleader cute and has a pert nose and that Johnny Marcone's eyes are the pale green of old money. Quit telling me every other page!!
This builds nicely on the strong start to the series -- I'm looking forward to book three.
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