World War II! Nazis! Spies! A weirdly large amount of sex! Werewolves! Russians!
This book is all of the above and mo…! Wait, no. It’s all of the above.
This is a book where Robert McCammon had a great idea for a spy novel, and seemed to take it seriously enough to where it’s never quite farcical, allowing the premise to add whatever level of farce was needed, and not the plot itself. The novel itself is about a Russian-born, British spy whose knowledge of German and Germany, as well as his more or less Europeans cosmopolitan allows him to infiltrate Nazi-occupied France before D-Day in order to protect the invasion by stopping a secret German counter-invasion technology from adding British citizens to the casualty list for the day. He does this through regular old spy work. Also he’s a werewolf. Something that comes up relatively little compared to how much being a werewolf would likely come up if you were living the same novel. Michael Gallatin was born in Russian and brought into a werewolf den when he was small. He had a knack for what it offered as well as for being a studious intelligent person. This foot in both worlds position leads him to also being recruited as a spy. He also is quite appealing to women, according to the novel, which comes up a lot in the narrative. It’s never silly, and never quite as free-wheeling as it seems like it might get.
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