Being the musings of a Yorkshire lass living in the USA. I'm a book geek, bird nerd, grammar Nazi, and hockey nut. Sarcasm is my default setting.
Thankfully, Lies Sleeping didn't end on a cliff-hanger (I really hate it when that happens), and a few storylines were tied up, but there's still a lot of mileage in Lesley's story arc, and Bev and Peter's romance has taken a new turn. But the best thing is, Molly has a new BFF. Can't wait to see how that's going to pan out.
"If fortune smiles on us, this will be your only wedding. This will be a formal affair. Your bride will be wearing a breathtaking gown, you will be wearing a tuxedo, and I will watch you two exchange vows and kiss in front of our entire family and all of our friends, and I will glow with pride at this moment. You will not rob me of that joy. Later I will talk to your father about it and tell him how beautiful it was. Am I making myself clear?"
The Scourge of Mexico and the most terrifying Prime in Houston unhinged his manly jaws and said the only thing he could, "Yes, Mother."
A fun introduction to the next installment in the Hidden Legacy universe. Nevada and Rogan are about to be married. and Nevada's sister, Catalina is using her newly acknowledged powers to find out who has stolen the bride's tiara and why someone is trying to poison the wedding party. But worse than that, she is also the wedding planner and it's hard work trying to convince a very stubborn bride that blue lilacs are totally wrong for the bouquet.
The Faceless Man, wanted for multiple counts of murder, fraud, and crimes against humanity, has been unmasked and is on the run. Peter Grant, Detective Constable and apprentice wizard, now plays a key role in an unprecedented joint operation to bring him to justice.
But even as the unwieldy might of the Metropolitan Police bears down on its foe, Peter uncovers clues that the Faceless Man, far from being finished, is executing the final stages of a long-term plan. A plan that has its roots in London's two thousand bloody years of history, and could literally bring the city to its knees.
Another excellent instalment in the Rivers of London series. My only complaint is there isn't enough Molly.
I think this was better than the first book, but there were definitely some rambly moments that could have been dispensed with without losing anything. And there was still quite a bit of telling rather than showing, though this could be down to the translation from the Italian rather than lazy writing.
But I enjoyed it, and thanks to the enormous cliffhanger ending, I will definitely pick up the third book when it's published.
There was enough to like about Kill the Father for me to pick up the second book in what Dazieri has stated will be a series.
And I think this one is better than the first. Mainly because it is more tightly edited. Kill the Father had a tendency to wander off with long descriptions that didn't really add to the plot, but Kill the Angel starts with a bang and so far it hasn't let up.
In Rome, a high-speed train hurtles into the city’s main station with a carriage full of dead bodies, the macabre discovery of which falls to Deputy Police Commissioner Colomba Caselli. Subsequently, the police receive a claim of responsibility and the threat of more murders to come. But neither Caselli nor her eccentrically brilliant ally, Dante Torre, are yet ready to buy the terrorist link. As the two maverick investigators puncture the façade of what the perpetrator wants everyone to believe, they come close to dying several times. Not for the first time, Dante’s bizarre childhood, during which he was kept confined for years in a concrete silo, enables him to see what others miss, and in this case, to connect with a kindred spirit of sorts, a woman named Giltine who experienced an equally bizarre childhood from which she emerged damaged, lethal, and full of murderous intent. Adding to Giltine’s eerie fierceness is that, as the victim of a rare mental illness, she believes she’s already dead. She’s unacquainted with fear. And that makes her the most formidable foe Colomba and Dante have faced yet. As the story climaxes, the duo finds themselves utterly on their own, on the outs with law enforcement and the only ones with a chance to make sure the waters of Venice don’t turn red with blood.
Diving straight into book 2.
When a woman is beheaded in a park outside Rome and her six-year-old son goes missing, the police see an easy solution: they arrest the woman’s husband and await his confession. But the chief of Rome’s major crimes unit has doubts.
Secretly, he lures to the case two of Italy’s top analytical minds: Deputy Captain Colomba Caselli, a fierce, warrior-like detective still reeling from having survived a bloody catastrophe, and Dante Torre, a man who spent his childhood trapped inside a concrete silo. Fed by the gloved hand of a masked kidnapper who called himself “the Father,” Dante emerged from his ordeal with crippling claustrophobia but, also, with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and hyperobservant capacities.
All evidence suggests that the Father is back and active after being dormant for decades. But when Colomba and Dante begin following the ever-more-bizarre trail of clues, they grasp that what’s really going on is darker than they ever imagined.
Really enjoying this one.
Now the elderly poet sat at her laptop, fingers moving swiftly and noisily over the keys as she pounded rather than tapped. A look of satisfaction on her face that would have frightened Genghis Khan.
Far from being computer-illiterate, Ruth in her early eighties had embraced the Internet.
"As a way," Gabri had guessed, "of spreading her empire."
If there really was a darknet, Ruth Zardo would find it. Conquer it. Become its empress.
I like Ruth. She scares me, but I like her.