The ninth Nightside book follows the same general formula, only here Taylor faces down The Walking Man, an unstoppable gunslinger who represents the Wrath of God coming to wipe out the new Authorities in The Nightside.  What gives it that extra goose is the resolutions, and what the implications are for the rest of the series.  Sadly, it has a lack of Onyx/Biohazard and Denis Leary. CBR #29 – You Tell Him I’m Coming And Hell’s Coming With Me, You Hear?

Marshall Karp, my least favorite Patterfamilias Collaborator, brings us another dull adventure in the life of NYPD Red, the elite task force of the NYPD in place solely to cater to the superwealthy and their crimes.  That crunching sound is my molars grinding to dust from class-dichotomy rage.  As narrated by the cop equivalent of Duckie from Pretty in Pink — only just the douchebag pining qualities. CBR #28 – Yelling Fuck The Police Loses Some Of Its Swagger If You’re Wearing a Monocle and […]

The further adventures of John Taylor and the Nightside.  Book 8 is a bit of a let down, as Taylor runs through another wacky cavalcade of characters, threatening and throwing pepper.  Only this time, they pair him with a half-demon meant to monkeywrench his burgeoning relationship with Shotgun Suzie. CBR #27 – All The News That’s Print to Give You Fits

In which I wax nostalgic about being a bookseller and about the Women’s Murder Club series.  And how I bemoan McPatterson’s habit as of late for clapping shitty cliffhangers on the ends of his long running series.  We’re gonna read the books, you fucking crackdealer.  Just give me my rock.  At least this cliffhanger opens up the WMC for some fresh new drama. CBR #26 – It Don’t Count As A Cliffhanger If You Just Stop Building The Fucking Bridge

Now that everything’s changed, we enter the latest “arc” for John Taylor, where he goes back to playing hard-boiled detective to track down the missing granddaughter of the wealthiest immortal in all the Nightside, and possibly next heir to the Authorities’ vacuum of power, The Griffin. While a bit boilerplate, it was still fun, and the next arc offers some promise. CBR #25 – So Help Me God If The Fucking Butler Did It

A powerful stand-alone from the author of one of my favorite horror trilogies.  While it’s a horror story with a lethal sexual parasite, the conventional bits of small-town secrets and domestic strife are the far more intriguing.  The horror story almost gets in the way.