Smakbit: Night Broken

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Precis som förra helgen läser jag om bilmekanikern/skiftaren Mercy Thompson, men den här gången kommer smakbiten från bok nummer åtta i serien, Night Broken. I utdraget har Mercy just blivit väckt av ihärdiga knackningar på dörren medan resten av hushållet sover misstänkt djupt:

     I rolled of the bed and grabbed my Sig Sauer out of the drawer in the nightstand, dropped the magazine with silver bullets, and replaced it with coppper-jacketed hollow points. No werewolf I knew had the magic to keep an Alpha of Adam's caliber sleeping this deeply. That meant fae or witchcraft, and both of them could be killed by a regular bullet. I was pretty sure. Witches I was certain of - as long as it wasn't Elizaveta - but the fae were tricky.
     The hollow points would do more damage than silver bullets to any of them, anyway. Silver was too hard to be good ammunition. And armed was better than unarmed when facing an unknown enemy.

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