A penultimate book in a long, drawn-out series that decides to focus on the first, failed love interest of the main protagonist with only the teeniest shreds of relevance to the overall series? I'm getting Tower of Dawn flashbacks.
Mercifully, Carrie Vaughn is not Sarah J. Maas, so Low Midnight isn't torturous to get through, but that's not to say it isn't meandering and superfluous in its own right. It's just not eight hundred pages long.
Low Midnight focuses on Cormac. When we were introduced to him, he was a supernatural bounty hunter that's worldview was shaken after getting to know Kitty. Then he went to prison and became a moody magician. What's made this particularly unwelcome was that before he got out of prison, Vaughn had already introduced a far more compelling magic-user in Odysseus Grant. I would have prefered Grant tag along on Kitty's adventures the last few books.
And since his return, Cormac hasn't even been able to stir up a little soapy drama between himself, Ben and Kitty. Something juicy to make all of the dull baggage he brought with him worthwhile. Outside of that, his use has mostly been a product of Kitty forgetting she has a pack and outsourcing him.
While I don't like the idea of Vaughn letting him rot in prison or giving him a thankless death, having him take up so much space without adding anything is worse than either of those outcomes. In those other scenarios, I might still care about Cormac. Now, I groan everytime I see his name.
So Low Midnight was a hard sell. The other element that's never worked for me was Cormac being possessed by a nineteenth century magician. It's mostly a ridiculous plot point that's hid around the edges of the previous books and now that it's getting attention, I was expecting something more chaotic between the two. Two people from drastically different worlds, times and perspectives share a body? You'd think a little wackiness might ensue, but no. The dynamic between the two is remarkably boring.
Maybe some rivalry, flirtation—anything other than stuffy English women occationally trying to get the emotionally stunted manly man to open up.
The plot of Cormac trying to get the USB from the last book decoded is hastily sidelined for a mystery that itself gets sidelined when he comes across old buddies of his from his childhood/hunting days. This is the kind of plot I would have died for before Cormac went to prison and Ben and Kitty got married. Had this been the situation that got Cormac his prison time, Kitty takes a Holiday could have been that elusive five star read.
Watching Cormac and Ben try to juggle their conflicting feelings would have made for excellent drama. So, of course, they barely speak in this book. Instead, the drama we got only really worked for me in the last fifty pages. I feel like there's a decent novella in Low Midnight (especially those last fifty pages), but the two-hundred and fifty before that were excessive set-up for what was a fetch quest with a character that hasn't been relevant since book three.
Low Midnight is a forgettable, unnecessary spin-off that will probably end up amounting to a single paragraph in the next and last Kitty Norville book.