有选自 Dresden 1 - Storm Front
很有意思的一部小说，中文叫做德累斯顿迷案，说的是一个现代社会中真正的巫师的故事
也被拍成了美剧，第一季完结 
这是小说的开头部分
这是求助贴哦^^ 然后会看情况发FF
 谢谢
Chapter One
I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. Hedidn't sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and hewhistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door, then fellsilent for a moment. Then he laughed.
Then he knocked.
I winced. My mailcomes through the mail slot unless it's registered. I get a reallylimited selection of registered mail, and it's never good news. I gotup out of my office chair and opened the door.
The new mailman,who looked like a basketball with arms and legs and a sunburned,balding head, was chuckling at the sign on the door glass. He glancedat me and hooked a thumb toward the sign.
"You're kidding, right?"
I read the sign (people change it occasionally), and shook my head. "No, I'm serious. Can I have my mail, please."
"So, uh. Likeparties, shows, stuff like that?" He looked past me, as though heexpected to see a white tiger, or possibly some skimpily cladassistants prancing around my one-room office.
I sighed, not inthe mood to get mocked again, and reached for the mail he held in hishand. "No, not like that. I don't do parties."
He held on to it, his head tilted curiously. "So what? Some kinda fortune-teller? Cards and crystal balls and things?"
"No," I told him. "I'm not a psychic." I tugged at the mail.
He held on to it. "What are you, then?"
"What's the sign on the door say?"
"It says 'Harry Dresden. Wizard.' "
"That's me," I confirmed.
"An actualwizard?" he asked, grinning, as though I should let him in on the joke."Spells and potions? Demons and incantations? Subtle and quick toanger?"
"Not so subtle." I jerked the mail out of his hand and looked pointedly at his clipboard. "Can I sign for my mail please."
The new mailman'sgrin vanished, replaced with a scowl. He passed over the clipboard tolet me sign for the mail (another late notice from my landlord), andsaid, "You're a nut. That's what you are." He took his clipboard back,and said, "You have a nice day, sir."
I watched him go.
"Typical," I muttered, and shut the door.
My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. I'm awizard. I work out of an office in midtown Chicago. As far as I know,I'm the only openly practicing professional wizard in the country. Youcan find me in the yellow pages, under "Wizards." Believe it or not,I'm the only one there. My ad looks like this:
HARRY DRESDEN-WIZARD
Lost Items Found. Paranormal Investigations.
Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates.
No Love Potions, Endless Purses, Parties, or OtherEntertainment
You'd be surprisedhow many people call just to ask me if I'm serious. But then, if you'dseen the things I'd seen, if you knew half of what I knew, you'd wonderhow anyone could not think I was serious.
The end of the twentieth century and the dawn of the new millennium had seen somethingof a renaissance in the public awareness of the paranormal. Psychics,haunts, vampires-you name it. People still didn't take them seriously,but all the things Science had promised us hadn't come to pass. Disease was still a problem. Starvation was still a problem. Violence and crimeand war were still problems. In spite of the advance of technology,things just hadn't changed the way everyone had hoped and thought theywould.
Science, the largest religion of the twentieth century, had become somewhat tarnished by images of exploding space shuttles, crack babies, and ageneration of complacent Americans who had allowed the television toraise their children. People were looking for something-I think theyjust didn't know what. And even though they were once again starting toopen their eyes to the world of magic and the arcane that had been withthem all the while, they still thought I must be some kind of joke.
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是的 粘贴过来的时候发现有的单词间空格消失了
一起期待
