Felix Castor is an exorcist who’s been having second thoughts about his profession. He has no idea where the ghosts go afterwards, and who is he to decide their fate? As long as they’re not harming anyone, he’s content to let them be. Demons and other beasties that delight in causing harm, however, are another story.
This is book four of the Felix Castor stories, and it has all the familiar faces: zombies, a succubus (who provided the title quote), Felix’s demon-infested best friend, his landlady the witch, the cop who calls him in for the tricky cases. It’s this cop that starts the story, fetching Felix out of bed in the middle of the night because a man who’d been hacked to ribbons in his car had written Felix’s name on the windshield in his own blood (the guy’s, not Felix). Was this a warning, a plea for help, an accusation? Felix is up to his ears in weirdness as he tries to solve the mystery. Things get deep and dark pretty fast, as per usual with Felix.
I started with book two of this series, and it’s still my favorite, but they’re all great. The writing is snappy, the mysteries are always twisty and interesting, and I feel like I can put together the clues along with Felix. Usually when I read a mystery-type book, I just go along for the ride and let the hero tell me all about it at the end. With Felix, though, I feel like I’m figuring it out as he does, which is fun. The characters are fantastic, and I like the shades of gray that Carey does so well. I’m hoping he continues this series.
P.S. Steven Lloyd Wilson just posted yesterday that Carey’s Lucifer comic books are coming to TV, and that they’re the best, so I’ll definitely be checking those out. I haven’t read any of his comic books, but more Carey is always good.