Twelve. Twelve of the deadliest beasts ever forged in the fires of hell have escaped onto our plane, and they want nothing more than to rip out the jugular of Charley Davidson and serve her lifeless, mangled body to Satan for dinner. So there’s that.
But Charley has more on her plate than a mob of testy hellhounds. For one thing, her father has disappeared, and the more she retraces his last steps, the more she learns he was conducting an investigation of his own, one that has Charley questioning everything she’s ever known about him. Add to that an ex-BFF who is haunting her night and day, a rash of suicides that has authorities baffled, and a drop-dead sexy fiancé who has attracted the attentions of a local celebrity, and Charley is not having the best week of her life. But all of that combined barely scratches the surface of her problems.
Recent developments—and a few distressing prophesies—have forced her to become a responsible adult. Exactly the kind of adult she’s never aspired to be. To conquer such a monumental task, she’s decided to start small. Really small. She gets a pet. But how can she save the world against the forces of evil when she can’t even keep a goldfish alive?
A tad north of hell, a hop, skip, and a jump past the realm of eternity, is a little place called Earth, and Charley Davidson, grim reaper extraordinaire, is determined to do everything in her power to protect it.
“I thought you were mad at me.”
“Well, I make it a rule never to have sex with anyone who’s mad at me.”
He arched a brow. “It’s a wonder you’ve ever had sex at all.”
Once again for this series, Seventh Grave and No Body doesn’t really feel like it accomplishes anything. It isn’t as chaotic as the sixth installment of the series by any means. It is a lot more focused. It just doesn’t feel like much actually happened. There is a lot of doing things just to do things. A lot of it ends up being for naught. There are a lot of side stories that aren’t even worth bringing up individually in a review because they’re so small and don’t really make any impact. It just is starting to feel like the author is drawing out the end to the series because she can.
The overall story is supposed to be that Charley is looking into a bunch of suicides that all look the same. The police suspect foul play. However, Charley actually hasn’t seen anyone related to the suicide suspects, so she isn’t even certain they’re dead. This investigation is pretty much all over the place, and often completely forgotten about. But that is okay, because it wasn’t very interesting.
In reality, Seventh Grave and No Body is mostly about how the hounds of hell are after Charley, and she has zero common sense. To be fair to Charley, she never has had common sense. She runs into dangerous situations just to see what will happen. Yet it isn’t just about her now. She is carrying Beep inside her, and Reyes is following her everywhere to keep both of them safe. Especially since Charley doesn’t even know how to keep herself safe. It leads to some hurt feelings, but I also love having Reyes around even more.
Unfortunately, this series just keeps slipping further and further from the early love I had for it. So many things happen that just don’t make sense. So many things that change on a whim. It is just starting to get more frustrating than it is entertaining. I don’t expect the best thing I ever read when I read this series, I just expect entertaining events. Yet when things constantly change for no reason with no rhyme, it isn’t fun.
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