Oh, crap, this is a sequel? Should have paid attention to that. Frankly, it didn’t really matter. The book read fine as a standalone, I just didn’t like it all that much.
I’ve read Davis Bunn once before. The book was nothing special and revisiting the author confirms it: meh all around. But at the same time, a competently done meh.
Which is to say Bunn is of the league of writers that tap into popular fiction demands and go for quantity over quality, ending up with a number of serials and low end but perfectly readable pablum.
This is very much the case here: what do people like? Wizards? Ok, let’s give them wizards. A renegade mage with a wounded heart and a bleeding conscience. The sort that would do all sorts of forbidden things. Get it? Get it?
Ok, well, fine. And so this tale of international suspense and intrigue goes. Again, because Bunn pops books out like a baker does buns, the thing is perfectly readable, short words, short chapters, quick pace, etc. An undemanding audience with penchant for mages might be really into it. This reader wasn’t - didn’t care about it at all, didn’t interest me, wasn’t a rewarding way to pass the time. User milage may vary. Thanks Netgalley.