I am beginning to feel like Douglas Preston and Lincoln Childs have an ever-other –book gift. When their book is as much about New York City and all of it inherent madness as it is about the gradual unraveling of Agent Pendergast and his supporting cast, they can’t be beat. But this is twice now the book seems to lose all the flare of the city and just get caught up in Pendergast’s almost-super-powers, and even this girl can’t suspend my disbelief. Believe me folks, that is saying a lot, I can get wrapped up in almost anything!

I must say that I do love this supporting cast of characters, especially the immortal (although the authors denied it last time I heard them speak in New York) Constance. She delights and intrigues me, as does her doctor who has quite a scare in this book. I look forward to what is coming their way, including the possibility that the baby is alive?! Did I read that right? Nice!

Ok, so the ongoing dramas and my attachment to the cast kept me going, but it lacked the city magic that I had seen return in Cemetery Dance. Will I look forward to the next installment? You bet, but I hope my beloved city comes front and center again.