My Brother has spent a lifetime- mine, at least- telling me that I was normal, that I wasn't a monster. With his help, I'd finally realized that as long as I could remain who I was, I could survive what I was. It was only bad genes....
Half-human Cal Leandros and his brother, Niko, aren't exactly prospering with their preternatural detective agency. Who could have guessed that business would dry up in New York City, where vampires, trolls, and other creepy crawlies are all over the place?
But now there's a new arrival in the Big Apple. A malevolent evil with ancient powers, dead set on making history with an orgy of blood and murder, is picking off humans like sheep. And for Cal and Niko, this is one paycheck they're going to have to earn... if the live long enough to collect it.
This series is on a breakneck pace to fucking Valhalla. I can only compare it's awesomeness to Jim Butcher's Dresden Files. It's completely it's own little entity and the fullness of the story seems impossibly contained by the cover. When you read these books you are completely immersed into Cal and Niko's world. With this book Rob Thurman has, for me, cemented herself in that Murders Row of authors that do not fail, that leave all the others in the dust. Armstrong, Butcher, Harris's Grave Series, Caine, Briggs, and now Thurman!
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