Warning: Cliffhanger (See my shocked face? No? That’s because it doesn’t exist.)
Ever since Reyes Farrow escaped from a hell dimension in which Charley Davidson accidentally trapped him, the son of Satan has been brimstone-bent on destroying the world his heavenly Brother created. His volatile tendencies have put Charley in a bit of a pickle. But that’s not the only briny vegetable on her plate. While trying to domesticate the feral being that used to be her husband, she also has to deal with her everyday life of annoying all manner of beings—some corporeal, some not so much—as she struggles to right the wrongs of society. Only this time she’s not uncovering a murder. This time she’s covering one up.
Add to that her new occupation of keeping a startup PI venture—the indomitable mystery-solving team of Amber Kowalski and Quentin Rutherford—out of trouble and dealing with the Vatican’s inquiries into her beloved daughter, and Charley is on the brink of throwing in the towel and becoming a professional shopper. Or possibly a live mannequin. But when someone starts attacking humans who are sensitive to the supernatural world, Charley knows it’s time to let loose her razor sharp claws. Then again, her number one suspect is the dark entity she’s loved for centuries. So the question becomes: Can she tame the unruly beast before it destroys everything she’s worked so hard to protect?
“…what has possessed you to steal blood?”
“It’s for a project.”
“What kind of project?”
“A… bloody one.”
You know, I really cannot be shocked at how little happened in The Trouble with Twelfth Grave. The series has changed since the high points of the early series to a series that is just hanging on for as long as it can. The Trouble with Twelfth Grave really, really tried hard to just stall for more time. “One more book, and it’ll be the series end!” Great.
What happens in this? Nothing, really. A whole lot of a bunch of random things with little purpose or meaning. It isn’t even funny little things anymore, like it was in the beginning of the series. It is just randomness incarnate. It is actually amazing how much Darynda Jones managed to stuff into this book with nothing important happening until the last couple chapters.
Most of what little happened was between Charley and Reyes who is now Reyes+Rey’aziel+Rey’azikeen. Because this series really, really needed one more change to this entire setup right before the last book in the series. It is a nightmare and a half trying to keep track of all the changes and what they mean for the story. Darynda Jones herself only makes a token effort to explain what all these changes actually mean. Frustrating doesn’t begin to cover what I felt throughout this entire process.
The end… the end is supposed to be really oh my god and emotional, I think. I’m pretty certain, because of the events inside. But I’m not surprised. I’m not emotional. It is just one more in a long line of endings like it. It is the same ending as we got in the previous book. It is almost the same ending we got in the eighth book. It is overused, and it no longer holds the fear it is supposed to. We know everything is going to end up alright in the end without any lasting effects.
I’m just glad I waited to read this until the last book was out.
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