The friendships, the archnemeses, the creatures - whatta twist in that department! - the jokes, and the shared experiences, they're all here. And, at this point, these people know each other as well as us'n readers do. Tis glorious, I tells ya, glorious.
This is set in Widdershins and it serves the story to perfection. We know this town, it's history and healthy set of idiosyncrasies - putting it mildly, I know - , and the people who are woven into every creepy corner, plush sitting room, and cozy kitchen they call home, or work, orrrrrrr dank pit from which they plot their attempted takeover of the magic that feeds them all.
Working together under the guiding hand of our beloved storyteller, I relished every one of Ival's "drat" or "oh dear" exclamations, Griffin's constantly working brain and his deep caring for Ival and all of their friends, Christine's badassery, Iskander's co-badassery, Persephone's filter-less way with the words, Maggie Parkhurst showing more of her true colors, and so much more.
Props to Christine, I love her so:
Q: "Do let me know when you need me to come stake your vampire for you.”
“It isn’t a vampire. It’s a...” I [Whyborne] cast about for a less lurid term. “Hematophage. A blood eater.”
“Vampire,” Christine whispered from the doorway. I leveled another glare at her, but she was already gone."/Q
Spoken like a true compadre. :D The friendship she and Ival share is full of teasing, loyalty, and love.
Speaking of, Ival and Grif are the most confident we've seen them in their love and caring for one another. In both thought and spoken word, the deep waters of their adoration and appreciation are ever present. The use of the term 'husband' is prevalent. And that's not a small thing.
Possibly more than any other book in this series, the humor abounds. I was snortling in scenes like the one quoted above, knowing smirks, and more teasing, moments of simultaneous embarrassment and empowerment, and inside jokes that will never get old... like Ival's endearing unruly hair. ;)
As usual, Hawk's ability in creating a sense of place that surrounds and interacts, with characters and readers alike, is delish. The trick in being a success in this department is incorporating connection, even emotion, and impact between the environment and the people. Hawk learned this long ago, and provides just the right mix.
Q: The cemetery gates loomed out of the fog. The sheen of ice clung to the weathered black iron, reflecting the light of our lanterns back at us. I urged the unhappy mules down the road running alongside the low stone wall. Even with the fog, entering through the gates seemed to court too much risk of discovery. /Q
I dunno aboutchu, but I'm biting my nails rightchere.
Short version of this review: everything we love about these people and their stories is running on full cylinders. Woot!