Out To Lunch

"Ghost Writer" by Spedding

Blogging has been getting the better of me for months now. I’m overdue on cutting myself some slack. So I’m going to take a short break; a week, maybe two, during which time I plan to:

Read. For myself, just because I can.

Toy with the idea of writing reviews. I will not put an ounce of pressure on myself to complete even one.

And *deep breath* I’m going to concentrate on my own writing, on one or more of the many stories I’ve been neglectful of because I kept telling myself that I didn’t have the time to dedicate to writing. A handy excuse. And one that was making me miserable. As was the critical part of my nature I gave free reign to. (But now perhaps I’ll finally get around to the companion piece to “Lorelei“; it’s been burning in me for ages now.)

It’s true what they say, be it blog or book, these things don’t write themselves.

Quick Shot: Return of the Dapper Men – Jim McCann & Janet Lee

Publisher’s Summary:
“Enter a world in between time, where children have played so long it’s almost become work, machines have worked so long they have begun to play, and all the clocks have stopped at the same time. This is how this land has remained, until 314 dapper-looking gentlemen rain down from the sky and set off in different directions to start the world anew. Now Ayden, the only boy to still ask questions; Zoe, the robot girl all other machines hold dear; and the Dapper Man known only as “41″ must discover what happened that made time stop, understand what their true places are in this world, and learn what “tomorrow” really means. The sun is setting for the first time in memory, and once that happens, everything changes!”

THIS BOOK IS
REMARKABLY,
UNREASONABLY

BEAUTIFUL.

No book has the right to be this…this…Spectacularly Illustrated.

I brought Return of the Dapper Men home, and this is what I did: I turned the pages, one after the other, starting over again when I reached the end. I didn’t read it; that would come much later. I was enjoying myself too much just taking in all of the little details. I marveled over how fantastically they nailed the illustration of Tim Gunn (who provided the introduction, and who could possibly be better suited for such a dapper task?). I admired how the colors alone established mood, and don’t get me started on the atmosphere. I mean, check out this nine page preview.  And then go find a copy so you can sit and enjoy the wonder of it.

Quick Shot: Dragon Bound – Thea Harrison

Publisher’s Summary:
“Half-human and half-wyr, Pia Giovanni spent her life keeping a low profile among the wyrkind and avoiding the continuing conflict between them and their Dark Fae enemies. But after being blackmailed into stealing a coin from the hoard of a dragon, Pia finds herself targeted by one of the most powerful–and passionate—of the Elder Races.

As the most feared and respected of the wyrkind, Dragos Cuelebre cannot believe someone had the audacity to steal from him, much less succeed. And when he catches the thief, Dragos spares her life, claiming her as his own to further explore the desire they’ve ignited in one another.”

You know, it’s been a fair while since I last read a paranormal romance. I guess you could say all of those urban fantasy series I love so much – and my YA addiction, and the random I’ll read this! pattern that has recently emerged – has gotten in the way. It was really quite nice to get back into the PNR world, and Dragon Bound was just the type of make-me-feel-light-hearted kind of read I’ve lately been craving.

Basically, I really liked the world Thea Harrison created in the first of her Elder Races novels. It cuts across an oft written about cross section of creatures – shifters, Fae, vampires – but the story avoids feeling tired or clichéd, which owes something to Dragos, the book’s dragon shifter hero, and Pia’s unique identity. Granted, there are a crop of dragon shifters in PNR these days –Tessa Adam’s Dragon Heat novels and Deborah Cooke’s Dragonfire novels come immediately to mind – but Dragos more than holds his own in the field, reminding me, in certain respects, of Nalini Singh’s Raphael.* He’s all teeth and talons and “Mine!”, which, every now and again, can be just what the book-doctor ordered. Pia had one definite thing going for her: She didn’t get on my nerves. And, yes, that really is saying something. (Too often PNR heroines set my teeth on edge.) Alongside the main characters are a cadre of secondary ones that all standout on their own – particularly and especially Gray and Quentin – who will, I hope, be featured in a book of their own.

All in all, Dragon Bound was highly enjoyable, and I’ll be quick to scoop up the next book in the Elder Races’ series, Storm’s Heart.

  • The review that prompted me to pick this one up sooner rather than later: Smexy Books

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*Dragos’ looooong life removes him from experiencing finer emotions (so he thinks). His approach to anger and violence, however, is casual as it’s an inbred part of his nature that he sees no reason to snuff. The comparison thins after that because Raphael oozes a tangibly lethal, don’t-cross-me vibe that Dragos can’t touch.

Well, Hello: The 1st Chapter of Dead Iron

Look at that cover. Woo, doggie! Have you taken a gander at the summary? No? Well, then:

Welcome to a new America that is built on blood, sweat, and gears…

In steam age America, men, monsters, machines, and magic battle for the same scrap of earth and sky. In this chaos, bounty hunter Cedar Hunt rides, cursed by lycanthropy and carrying the guilt of his brother’s death. Then he’s offered hope that his brother may yet survive. All he has to do is find the Holder: a powerful device created by mad devisers-and now in the hands of an ancient Strange who was banished to walk this Earth.

In a land shaped by magic, steam, and iron, where the only things a man can count on are his guns, gears, and grit, Cedar will have to depend on all three if he’s going to save his brother and reclaim his soul once and for all…”

It’s no wonder that I find myself near to salivating over Devon Monk’s Dead Iron, is it? But now, courtesy of the first chapter, the anticipation that’s been building since the cover hit the net has reached boiling point. I just know I’m going to fall hard for Cedar, but the old West atmosphere is going to push all of my shivery-good buttons, and likewise the tautly drawled speech that goes along with it is going to wind me around its finger for keeps. And, um, did someone mention brothers? All of which makes it very, very hard to wait on July 5th.

For now? Go forth and read that first chapter. Come back and tell me what you think.

Divergent – Veronica Roth

Publisher’s Summary:
“In Beatrice Prior’s dystopian Chicago, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue—Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is—she can’t have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.

During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris and struggles to determine who her friends really are—and where, exactly, a romance with a sometimes fascinating, sometimes infuriating boy fits into the life she’s chosen. But Tris also has a secret, one she’s kept hidden from everyone because she’s been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers a growing conflict that threatens to unravel her seemingly perfect society, she also learns that her secret might help her save those she loves . . . or it might destroy her.”

If much-hyped books were pyramid-stacked bottles in a carnival arcade game, my hit or miss ratio would be about even. (The way I approach the game remains constant: warily, but with a healthy sense of anticipation.) Consigning Divergent’s overwhelmingly positive reviews to the periphery, I began the book with the expectation that it would fall into line as one or the other – a hit or a miss – only to draw up short when, at the end, it defied placement in either category.

The premise of Divergent begs one simple question: If given the same choice as Tris, which faction would you choose? As I read, in the back of my mind, I wrestled with my answer. My inability to claim a faction for my own nails down one of the things I appreciated most in the novel: Despite this dystopian world’s black and white leanings, shades of gray were myriad. Individuals within several of the factions confronted doubts or challenged the faction’s ideals either secretly or overtly; each one responded to manipulation and propaganda in radically opposing ways. Watching the cracks appear and shift further and further apart provided a backdrop of tension and anticipation that appealed to me in a way that in your face action never can. On the whole, the striving for abstract perfection, unreasonable-at-heart world of Divergent numbered among my favorite aspects of the novel.

Where the story stumbled for me is best summed up in two parts: the first focusing on Tris herself and the second on a particular development at novel’s end.

From the beginning, I wanted to rally behind Tris; I wanted to experience her pain and pride, her uncertainty and exhilaration, but felt removed from her instead. That sense of withdrawal had nothing to do with disliking her; Tris was a strong, stubborn heroine who was determined to justify and prove herself. It had nothing to do with her narrative voice, which was uncluttered and honest. But it had everything to do with the fact that her character didn’t engage my emotions. I’d love to be able to provide a reason why, or to give examples to validate that feeling, but I can’t. Tris and I, we just didn’t click.

Regarding that development at the end: you’re going to wonder what I’m nattering on about in this upcoming paragraph. I can’t tell you. In the words of Doctor Who’s River Song: “Spoiler.” Bear with me (and for those of you who’ve read the novel, you’ll likely identify what I’m referencing. I hope.) On one hand, there was a great deal to appreciate about the ending, namely that it showed considerable plot advancement. The cliffhanger was marginal, barely even worthy of the title, which is refreshing in the first of a trilogy. But there was one interaction at the very end that felt…rushed. That was, to my mind, somewhat out of place. Not unreasonably so; not enough to make me cringe or want to toss the book. Just enough to take the oomph out of one of the story arcs, though I’m likely in the minority with that opinion.

There’s plenty more to say – like that Tris’ initiation into her faction, which accounts for the majority of the novel’s page count, kept my interest for all that it felt like a familiar, tired plot-friend – but why? When it comes down to it, I won’t hesitate to pick up the second in the trilogy, and perhaps that’s all that really needed to be said.

Top Ten Tuesday: Top Ten Minor Characters

Top Ten Tuesday is an original feature/weekly meme created by The Broke and the Bookish featuring a new top ten list each week.

This week’s focus is on minor characters; a broad field considering no definition for “minor” is provided. I’ll do my best to not stray into secondary character territory, keeping the emphasis on smaller roles. Now, in order to take pity on my memory, I’m going to pull ten minor characters, which may not necessarily be my “top” ten, but certainly rank among my favorites, from the books I’ve read this year only. In no particular order, here goes nothing.

  1. Vlad from This Side of the Grave
    I dare say there’s nothing “minor” about Vlad. From the moment he stepped on the scene, my literary-friend hungry heart went pitter-patter. Vlad pushes the boundaries of and challenges his reputation, fiercely values the few friends he lets in, and has always been there for Cat when she needed him. That Vlad, he’s a real stand-up guy at heart. And, okay, watching him and Bones swipe at each other makes my day in a weird but-they’re-coming-around kind of way.
  2. Raj from An Artificial Night
    I am a Tybalt girl to the bone, but if we’re talking minor characters, the King of Cats’ nephew will do very nicely indeed. Raj believes he can take on the world, but he’s barely more than a kitten, and when his bravado fades, his vulnerability shines. He is such an endearing, sweet character with a crazy amount of potential to become a badass, just like his uncle.
  3. Myrnin from Ghost Town
    Myrnin’s razor sharp intelligence poses a wicked problem because he is quite mad. In his lucid moments, he is surprisingly helpful, gentle even, and his care and concern for Claire is obvious. The problem is, lucidity isn’t always on tap, and one never knows what’s going to trigger Myrnin’s crazy, I-v’nt-your-blood side.
  4. Chief Medical Examiner Li Morris from Treachery In Death
    The In Death series’ supporting characters cup runneth over, but Morris quickly found my soft spot, and laid claim to it after his heart-breaking turn in Promises In Death. During and after the events in that book, Morris found a way under Eve’s armor like no other save Roarke, and they continue to provide quiet, steady support for each other.
  5. Ceirfei from The Floating Islands
    Ceirfei may be a Prince, but you’ll find that the only airs he puts on are those that embrace his wings when he flies. Ceirfei won me over quickly, it’s true, by defending the little guy, yes, and because he befriended and protected a grief-stricken Trei; all that while quietly shouldering the heavy responsibility that was his by birthright. His doubts and the outwardly selfish desire to trade Court for the sky kept him from crossing over to the too good to be true side. (Ceirfei is more a secondary character than a minor one, but recall I only said I’d try to stay clear of the former.)
  6. The Green Wind from The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
    Master of odd but adorable pet names, leopard rider, and all around snazzy dresser. The Green Wind ushers September into her adventure, sends her off with a quirky coat and something hidden, and with speed charmed his way onto my favorites list.
  7. Illium from Archangel’s Consort
    Bluebell! I share Elena’s deep fondness for this particular member of Raphael’s Seven. Infectious is the first word that comes to mind for Illium; his very presence is joyful. But we’ve yet to see the heart of Illium, I think, and the few glimpses we’ve seen belie his easy smile and quick laughter.
  8. Imala Kallis from Con & Conjure
    As the head of Goblin Intelligence, Imala has proven herself to be lethally capable of holding her own in a deceitful, male-centric organization. She’s also proven herself to be one of Raine’s strongest allies – and a much-needed female friend. You’ve just got to love a woman whose threats are accompanied by a killer pair of dimples and a sharp set of fangs.
  9. Quentin from Dragon Bound
    Quentin remains something of an enigma at the end of Dragon Bound; just what he is continues to go unknown, but he has remarkable connections, and pulls some not-too-shabby Power out of his bag of tricks. His determination to safeguard Pia, his desire to carve out a safe haven for half-breeds, and his are-you-crazy?! willingness to take on Dragos makes Quentin one intriguing package.
  10. The Duchess of Slains Castle from The Winter Sea
    It’s certainly not a strike against her memorable status that I cannot remember the Duchess’ given name. In fact, she is quite remarkable. Intelligent, intuitive, and independent, the Duchess is a strong woman who lets no man make up her mind. She shows a great deal of compassion to those she feels deserves it, is utterly devoted to her cause, and was most definitely someone to be reckoned with.

So there you have it. Dudethatwashard! What about you? Who would rank among your top ten minor characters?

Flawless – Lara Chapman

Publisher’s Summary:
“Sarah Burke is just about perfect. She’s got killer blue eyes, gorgeous blond hair, and impeccable grades. There’s just one tiny-all right, enormous-flaw: her nose. But even that’s not so bad. Sarah’s got the best best friend and big goals for print journalism fame.

On the first day of senior year, Rock Conway walks into her journalism class and, well, rocks her world. Problem is, her best friend, Kristen, falls for him too. And when Rock and Kristen stand together, it’s like Barbie and Ken come to life. So when Kristen begs Sarah to help her nab Rock, Sarah does the only thing a best friend can do-she agrees. For someone so smart, what was she thinking?”

The premise of Rostand’s Cyrano de Bergerac stirs up my shy, hopeless romantic tendencies; it also punches my buttons, namely those labeled exasperation and anger derived from sympathy. Lara Chapman’s Flawless, a role reversing, modern retelling of the Cyrano story, was a most welcome change of pace from the typical trio of Austen, Bronte and Shakespeare, conveying a healthy dose of charm if not depth.

Sarah Burke’s perceived imperfection is true to Cyrano form: she has a large nose. As a young girl, Sarah made a conscious decision to embrace her nose, opting to deflect taunts and teasing with bold humor or cultivated ignorance of the offender. If a slight slipped under her armor, Sarah drew on her reserves: her ambition, her love of literature, or her longtime best friend, Kristen. Like Cyrano before her, Sarah is the type of character that will resonate with a varied selection of readers. And of Flawless’ small cast, she is the most well-defined, the only one to experience growth and, as a result, the only one that came across as a complicated, flawed individual.

One of the few issues I had with Flawless was the slight emotional heft of other key players, namely Kristen and, to a lesser extent, Rock. Kristen is gorgeous, smart if not driven, and devoted to defending her friend. The reader is aware of each tick in Kristen’s pro column because we are told as much, only witnessing the latter on a few occasions during the course of the story. The one instance that could have peeled away the superficial to reveal Kristen’s depth of character for good or ill was unfortunately glossed over; it was shoved under the rug too quickly to take note of as anything more than a missed opportunity or a ploy to show off Sarah’s buried self-doubt to its best advantage. Maintaining a friendship isn’t always a clean, easy affair; occasionally a mess will clutter the path, a mistake will be made, and realigning the pieces that broke apart as a result strengthens the bond. Sarah and Kristen’s friendship read as too sweet, unreasonable even, leaving me to struggle with the exasperation and anger I felt over Sarah’s willingness to go to such lengths for Kristen, which in turn has forever been the one aspect of the Cyrano story that poked me with a stick, and that despite the fact that I understand why it needs to happen for the Cyrano character to achieve epiphany in the context of the story. <deep breath>

As for Rock, his role was to play the catalyst for Sarah’s emotional growth, and as such I could accept that he was smart and compassionate, the gorgeous golden boy able to look past a big nose to see the whole person and not only like the entire package but appreciate it.

At this point you may be thinking Was she lying when she mentioned that “healthy dose of charm”? No, I wasn’t. Call me contrary if you will, but the romance – bolstered by palpable longing, sweet written exchanges, and the anticipation of Sarah’s happily ever after – worked. That’s the magic of the Cyrano story: It may get under my skin, but it never fails to make me sigh in the end. Also, Sarah’s growth was realistic; she connected motivation to action, pulled off her blinders, and earned her happy ending. There’s something to admire in Sarah, and I appreciated it. At the end, my own inner Cyrano smiled and, yes, there was that sigh.

I May Have Swooned: Holmes’s POV upon first meeting Russell? Yes, Please.

How on Earth I’ve only just now become aware of Beekeeping for Beginners, I’ll never know. But kicking myself for the delay? That I’ve already done, and if I softened the blow it was only because the story has yet to be released. No real time lost. Now that I’m conscious of its existence, I can commence idioctically smiling over the sweet, sweet promise it holds.

New York Times bestselling author Laurie R. King reveals here an unforgettable new twist in the crackling adventure of how supersleuth Sherlock Holmes discovered his first (and finest) apprentice, Mary Russell.
 
Sherlock Holmes is fending off a particularly dark mood as he roams the Sussex Downs, in search of wild bees. The Great War may be raging across the Channel, but on the Downs, the great detective nears terminal melancholia—only to be saved by an encounter with headstrong, yellow-haired young Mary Russell, who soon becomes the Master’s apprentice not only in beekeeping but in detection.

Holmes instantly spots her remarkable ability, but his sharp eyes also see troubling problems. Why is this wealthy orphan who lives with her aunt so shabbily dressed? Why is she so prone to illness and accident? Is she herself the center of a mystery? These are questions that the great detective must answer quickly lest his protégée, and his own new lease on life, meet a sudden, tragic end.

The tale of their meeting has been told from Russell’s point of view, but even those who have never met the famed Russell-Holmes pair will read this tale with delight—and, as its climax builds, with breathless excitement.

I have no true desire to rush my days- and by the sheer nature of time, my life – away, but is it July 6th yet?

(Did I mention that this eNovella will include an excerpt from Pirate King? No? Huh.)

Downside Ghosts Series – Stacia Kane

Unholy Ghosts Publisher’s Summary
“The world is not the way it was. The dead have risen, and the living are under attack. The powerful Church of Real Truth, in charge since the government fell, has sworn to reimburse citizens being harassed by the deceased. Enter Chess Putnam, a fully tattooed witch and freewheeling ghost hunter. She’s got a real talent for banishing the wicked dead. But Chess is keeping a dark secret: She owes a lot of money to a murderous drug lord named Bump, who wants immediate payback in the form of a dangerous job that involves black magic, human sacrifice, a nefarious demonic creature, and enough wicked energy to wipe out a city of souls. Toss in lust for a rival gang leader and a dangerous attraction to Bump’s ruthless enforcer, and Chess begins to wonder if the rush is really worth it. Hell, yeah.”

The first steady Chess Putnam-shaped blip on my radar appeared while reading Michelle’s review of Unholy Ghosts. Prior to that, I vaguely recall considering this series, but it stalled at the maybe, perhaps later stage. Michelle’s reaction – to the three books that comprise the series to date actually, and I’m very thankful for having read what she had to say about all of the books, spoilers be damned, before taking the plunge – moved me to action. With the three books at hand, I settled in, ready and eager for something dark and decidedly different.

Chess is a drug addict. Her need for drugs – uppers, downers; smoked or swallowed – colors her decisions, walks her down a deceitful path, and determines who her “friends” are. The mistakes she makes, now, those can be laid at addiction’s door too, but it’s her past, traumatic and dogging each step she takes, that really corners the market on her innumerable – and occasionally downright cringe-worthy – aberrations. But there is a balance, and it comes in the form of a deep, true loyalty and love for her job as a Church sanctioned witch, responsible for debunking or exorcising ghosts from houses, businesses, and people’s lives. Whether or not Chess is sympathetic, or even likable, is up to the individual reader, and I’ve seen it go both ways, but I found her uniquely complicated, and her self-doubting struggle to survive was hook enough to keep me reading.

But the sun? It rose and set on Terrible. Thug. Enforcer. Brute squad. Terrible earned his name – and his place in drug pusher and lousy interior decorator Bump’s gang – with big, hard fists, methodical violence, and anything but idle threats. His scars, his rough-hewn, Neanderthal-reminiscent face, shut him out of the urban fantasy pretty boy pack. But one thing is certain: Terrible is all kinds of awesome. And that is key knowledge to have because as the summary suggests, Terrible is one of Chess’s love interests. I quite literally yearned for his appearance, devoured any scene that nudged them together in any fashion. Why? Because his reaction to Chess was anomalous. But on that point my lips are sealed, I won’t give up any details or instances, because Terrible is something of an experience. And, for me, he was one of the sweetest, most unexpected elements of the entire series.

At this point I could nod sagely and assure you that when it comes to character, that’s all you need to know. From my perspective, that’s true. I could have read an entire novel consisting solely of Chess and Terrible conversing. And kissing. But for brevity’s sake – which is a laugh because this is turning into quite the epic and I still have a ways to go – I’ll say no more about character except to point out that no one shoots rainbows from their trigger finger, cavorts with cute liddle puppies, or helps grandmother cross the street. These are tough people, pushing their own agendas; cheating, stealing, or clawing to hold their place and scrape by.

When I began reading Unholy Ghosts, the first thing that smacked me in the face wasn’t the magic system, or the pervasively dark atmosphere, but the dialect. It’s like an older, dirtied up Huck Finn taught the inhabitants of Triumph City to speak even more grammatically incorrect than he did on his best day. It’s not that hard to understand; just don’t beat yourself up – or be surprised – if you have to read an incomplete sentence twice to get its meaning. (There are exceptions: those who operate in or around the Church have a solid grasp on “proper” English.) The dialect is gritty, feels true to character, and is just one example of how thoroughly Stacia Kane built this world.

Unholy Ghosts is a strong introduction, which is a good thing because the second book, Unholy Magic, is going to punch you in the face and leave you to bleed in a foul-smelling puddle of mixed origin on the street.

Unholy Magic Publisher’s Summary
“For Chess Putnam, finding herself near-fatally poisoned by a con psychic and then stopping a murderous ghost is just another day on the job. As an agent of the Church of Real Truth, Chess must expose those looking to profit from the world’s unpleasant little poltergeist problem—humans filing false claims of hauntings—all while staving off any undead who really are looking for a kill. But Chess has been extra busy these days, coping with a new “celebrity” assignment while trying on her own time to help some desperate prostitutes.

Someone’s taking out the hookers of Downside in the most gruesome way, and Chess is sure the rumors that it’s the work of a ghost are way off base. But proving herself right means walking in the path of a maniac, not to mention standing between the two men in her life just as they—along with their ruthless employers—are moving closer to a catastrophic showdown. Someone is dealing in murder, sex, and the supernatural, and once again Chess finds herself right in the crossfire.”

Each book has its own mystery thread, or threads as the case might be, that Chess must unravel to live – and to get high or zone out – another day. Due to the often dank, decrepit, or questionable setting and the anti-hero, live by your own code character of the people that populate the streets, I found myself applying a noir-ish sensibility to Chess’s sleuthing. The almost indescribable tenor of noir novels has always fit me like a glove, and applying it to this series was a great help because, I won’t lie, there were moments when the mystery-solving dragged on the plot and slowed the pace. Enough to make your eye want to wander to the corner, catching a glimpse of another book sitting there on the coffee table, sofa arm, or book shelf, but not enough to make you – me – actually put it down. When that happened, I visualized everything in black and white, threw a rumpled trench coat that Chess wouldn’t own over her shoulders, and kept on. It worked.

But at this point, what did it matter? I wasn’t reading for the mystery, or the genuinely interesting bits of ghost lore and magic, or to see what garish design choice Bump was going to inflict on the world next. I was living for Chess and Terrible. Having read Michelle’s review, I was prepared to be worked over by what transpires between them in Unholy Ghosts.

Riiiight.

And that’s why I needed City of Ghosts in my hands, being pored over by my eyes at an unholy rate of speed, as soon as I put Unholy Ghosts down.

City of Ghosts Publisher’s Summary
“Chess Putnam has a lot on her plate. Mangled human corpses have started to show up on the streets of Downside, and Chess’s bosses at the Church of Real Truth have ordered her to team up with the ultra-powerful Black Squad agency to crack the grisly case.

Chess is under a binding spell that threatens death if she talks about the investigation, but the city’s most notorious crime boss—and Chess’s drug dealer—gets wind of her new assignment and insists on being kept informed. If that isn’t bad enough, a sinister street vendor appears to have information Chess needs. Only he’s not telling what he knows, or what it all has to do with the vast underground City of Eternity.

Now Chess will have to navigate killer wraiths, First Elders, and a lot of seriously nasty magic—all while coping with some not-so-small issues of her own. And the only man Chess can trust to help her through it all has every reason to want her dead.”

Pushing through the backlash that whips through City of Ghosts is hard, this side of painful. But there’s a definite payoff.

First, there is genuine, honest-to-goodness character development going on. Chess is cognizant of a few hefty mistakes she made; instead of ducking her head in the sand, or zoning out the pain until she can’t think, she untangles the motivation behind her decisions, stiffens her spine and opts to do something about it. Parcel out that sentence into individual actions and, forgetting the rest, just one was a momentous step for Chess.

The mystery in this installment was solid, complete with red herrings, and a nice if somewhat predictable twist. Chess’s work for the Church is more defined, her past is laid out like a three quarters complete deck of cards, and the reader finally gets a strong sense of just what Chess is capable of. Her potential.

And then there’s Terrible. To quote Chess, “Words were inadequate.” But I’ve got three anyway: He’s worth it.

This series may not be for everyone. It’s not light or fluffy or even always entertaining. Sometimes it’s hard and sluggish. But I’m glad I read it, and think I may have the tiniest inkling how Chess felt without her pills as I wait on the release of Sacrificial Magic.