I've been writing for a long time, mostly in the science-fiction and fantasy genres. After a career spent working in medical research (briefly) and then in an NHS microbiology lab, I've now taken early retirement and have time to spare for writing and publishing my work. I like poetry, particularly Yeats and Walter de la Mare, the art of Alphonse Mucha and the Pre-Raphaelites, and folk music, particularly long ballads about sex, death and the supernatural. I dabble in many kinds of crafts, including cross stitch and beading, and collect press-moulded and British studio glass, especially Okra, and tarot cards. All of the above may flavour and influence my work. I live in the UK with an avid collector of books and CDs. My partner and I run Cathaven Press which publishes some of my books plus several other authors. We also produce Occult Detective Magazine. I've left Twitter because it's a hell site, but GR won't let me delete it from my profile. Find me on Mastodon instead - @jillypaddock@mastodon.social
The first book in this series was tremendous fun, combining the themes of a dangerous quest that was simultaneously inward and outward. The second book was heavy, but with the personal agenda of vendetta propelling our unique duo, the narrative had remained riveting. Unfortunately, in this third instalment I found that the author and the characters have taken themselves too seriously. There was absolutely no humour. Action piled up upon action in a breathtaking manner until the whole thing ended in maudlin blues. I am on the verge of quitting the series. Shall I try out the fourth, or simply bid adieu to Anna and Zenni? Let's leave it to time, shall we? In the meanwhile, if you have undertaken this pilgrimage like me, only then read this volume. Otherwise it would feel terribly disjointing.