Warning: This essay contains Spoilers for Cold
Days: A Novel of the Dresden Files[1]by Jim Butcher. While the dramatic conclusion is left
unrevealed, I would advise buying and reading first. Note, this is Book 14 of an Ongoing Series, so it may take
some time to get there, but believe me the journey is worth it for the
intricate, immersive and at once grim and riotously funny world that Butcher
crafts.
When one hears the word “Stoic”, one’s first thought is of
calm, rational, unmoved thinking, something like this:
| He comes up if you Google "Stoic" |
This does not seem like a philosophical standpoint that
would relate to Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, Protagonist of The
Dresden Files, the man who answers insults with conjured conflagration, who
will leap directly into the path of danger because a lady is in trouble[3]
and who once started narration with “The Building was on fire and it wasn’t my
fault.”[4]