Rating: 3 Stars ★★★☆☆
It’s a sad fact of modern life that if you drive long enough, sooner or later you must leave London behind.
The song. That’s what London constable and sorcerer’s apprentice Peter Grant first notices when he examines the corpse of Cyrus Wilkins, part-time jazz drummer and full-time accountant, who dropped dead of a heart attack while playing a gig at Soho’s 606 Club. The notes of the old jazz standard are rising from the body—a sure sign that something about the man’s death was not at all natural but instead supernatural.
Body and soul—they’re also what Peter will risk as he investigates a pattern of similar deaths in and around Soho. With the help of his superior officer, Detective Chief Inspector Thomas Nightingale, the last registered wizard in England, and the assistance of beautiful jazz aficionado Simone Fitzwilliam, Peter will uncover a deadly magical menace—one that leads right to his own doorstep and to the squandered promise of a young jazz musician: a talented trumpet player named Richard “Lord” Grant—otherwise known as Peter’s dear old dad.
Overall Rating of the Anthology: 3.5 Stars★★★★☆
Nocturnes is a collection of short horror fiction by John Connolly. Reminiscent in style of the classic Victorian ghost stories, his are at the same time much darker. A collection full of monsters, ghosts and things that lurk in the shadows.
Rating: 3 Stars
Hell of a night.
It was my first thought when I peeled my eyelids open – an immediate precursor to “everything hurts” and “screw tequila, I’m never drinking alcohol again.”
César Hawke is a witch hunter for the secret Office of Preternatural Affairs. And he has one hell of a problem. He wakes up with no memory and a dead girl in his bathtub. And everything points to him being the murderer.
Determined to prove his innocence, he goes on the run to find the subject of his last case: Isobel Stonecrow, a woman who can talk to the dead. A woman that could prove his innocence.
Of course, nothing goes according to plan.
Rating: 4 Stars
It started at one thirty on a cold Tuesday morning in January when Martin Turner, street performer and, in his own words, apprentice gigolo, tripped over a body on front of the West Portico of St Paul’s at Covent Garden.
PC Peter Grant dreams of joining the Murder Squad in London. His superiors, however, see him inputting data, spending his time behind a desk. Things change, when, while guarding the murder site where a man was gruesomely beheaded, a witness comes forward to talk to him. Unfortunately, said witness is a ghost. Fortunately, this gains him the attention of Inspector Thomas Nightingale, tasked with investigating crimes in which magic or the supernatural is involved.
Soon Peter Grant finds himself in a world in which magic exists, strange creatures haunt the night and river gods walk around, hunting a murderous magic user.
Rating: 1 Star
The couple in front of me looked like any other parents who’d lost a child – their hands gripping one another, dark circles under their eyes, skin sallow from not enough food, water or sleep – except for the faintest glimmer of a possibility, a scrap of hope that someone had thrown them, by sending them my way.
Rylee Adamson is a Tracker: she can sense where people are and how they feel. Haunted by the disappearance of her little sister, she has dedicated her life to finding and bringing back missing children. Children who have been abducted by supernaturals. Her job is made more difficult by stubborn FBI Agent O’Shea, who is convinced she killed her sister and determined to be there when she slips up.
When a girl goes missing in the same location and on the same date as her little sister, Rylee is determined to get her back. But then, nothing goes according to plan.