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... the surreal and hysterical back-and-forth negotiation between Harry and the Eebs. Marsters delivered it absolutely deadpan, and I kept rewinding with a smirk. "Wait... What? Did I hear that right??"

This is specifically about the lower Great Lakes accent; everyone involved was raised in or near Detroit.

The three grandparents I knew (b. 1904-08) pronounced "mature" as muh-TYOOR, with a distinctive T. My parents (1940) and my siblings and I (1965-72) say muh-CHOOR.

Does anyone know what caused the shift to occur, and how widespread it is? And was it isolated to one word or is there a larger pattern involved?

Hundreds of tiny magical creatures have incurred a debt to Dresden each time they partook of his pizza, which he has been offering weekly for about a dozen years at this point. Let's say 200 wildfae routinely indulge. That's 200×52 ×12=124,800 individual favors owed to Dresden by the greater Chicago pixiedom. The cumulative power behind that much metaphysical goodwill is probably something we haven't even really touched yet. The wildfae might be small and not individually very powerful, but properly organized and with that much faerie debt behind them, they're probably nigh unstoppable.

With the exception of the removal of Lasciel's image, it doesn't seem like anything happened in this book that moved the overarching story forward. It's pretty much a stand-alone novel in the series, unless I missed something.

Harry just finished squaring off against a baker's dozen of ghouls and Madrigal Raith. It seems to me this is the most competent version of Dresden in the whole series. Thomas and Elaine provided some small distraction, but Harry just dismantled the entire horde.

I kind of feel sorry for Jack Murphy at this point. I suspect his daughter is giving him the most epic ass-chewing of all time.

I’ve often wondered about this. Not which detective is the greatest, but which one Sherlock Holmes himself would most respect.

My instinct is that Holmes would have little patience for imitators. What impressed him was originality. He respected people who could see what others missed, even if their methods were completely different from his own.

That rules out quite a few famous detectives. Holmes might admire scientific rigour, psychological insight, or even pure imagination, but he’d probably have no interest in someone who was simply “Holmes-like.”

So who would earn his respect? Dupin? Father Brown? Poirot? Someone else entirely?

More interestingly, who would Holmes regard as an equal rather than merely a competent detective?

That’s a question I’d be curious to hear opinions on.

Our favorite unreliable narrator was barely conscious when Morgan came into the house, and it wasn't clear whether Sells was dead yet. Opinions?