As promised, Jim Butcher’s Summer Knight, Death Masks, and Blood Rites , books four through six of the Dresden Files.
The virtues of the earlier books — great characters, increasingly interesting world-building, and incredible pacing — continue, and are joined by Butcher’s writing getting consistently better, particularly (and unexpectedly) in the direction of humor. It’s rare for “witty dialogue” to actually be witty dialogue without the scare quotes, but in these books it mostly is — and there are some genuinely funny laugh out loud lines that I’ll refrain from quoting only because I’m too
lazy to page through the books and find them considerate to spoil the joke for you when you get there.
Excellent — and addictive — stuff. And now, on to book seven.