Apparently it's been 4 years since I read any of the Marla Mason books, something I only know because goodreads is a part of my external memory, and I was also reminded of why I should write at least a couple sentences of review for everything I read, even when I don't feel like doing it. I couldn't remember what I liked about this series, beyond the vaguest sense that I had enjoyed them as fast, escapist urban fantasy. So coming back into this world via the first of the prequels was the correct choice, and on vacation even more so, as I was able to read the entire thing in essentially one day, spanning midnight thus marked as finished on the following day. I can confirm that these books are indeed candy, spiked with a bit of capsaicin, that can be consumed by the fistful. This book is a swarming whirlwind of activity, wild magic, and character deaths aplenty. I learned how Marla got her cloak, and how she had a hand in making Rondeau who he is, and how she become the protector of her city. This book was the perfect change of pace between the two more serious novels I've sandwiched it between on this vacation.
Note to my future self: keep writing these silly little reviews, you'll thank yourself later.