Rating: 4,75 Stars
Now that's more like it! Compared to its predecessor, The Eye of Gehenna is a much brisker read, fortunately skipping over much of the bloat that plagued The Fall of Atlanta without losing an iota of the series' trademark gothic style and vivid prose. As the title implies, this time the narrative is more focused on the exploits of those directly involved with the enigmatic Eye of Hazimel, and to quote one of my favourite characters from Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines; "That thing seems to get around more than Mae West!"
Among those unfortunate enough to cross paths with the dreaded artifact is the Gangrel neonate Ramona, whose chapters are some of the most gripping in the main story arc, not only due to yours truly being a fan of the Clan of the Beast but also because they are quite emotional and relatable; having just been "recently" turned, the young woman serves as a much more proactive counterpart to Liz Dimitros when it comes to introducing a new reader to this strange universe. Her clan's rather peculiar initiation rite (or complete lack thereof, in fact) is likewise a wonderful in-lore excuse for her to become the eyes of a newcomer to the series who will, alongside her, gradually discover all the effed-up wonders of being an undead bloodsucker with extraordinary powers. In typical WoD fashion, her story also gets nuttier as it goes, culminating in one of the most riveting action segments of the saga so far.
Ventrue fans also get some love with the introduction of signature character Jan Pieterzoon (Childe of legendary Camarilla founder Hardestadt), who is given the Ventrue-est of all tasks: Put an end to the Sabbat onslaught in the US. By himself, of course. Why? Because the Ventrue can get it done, that's why, silly. Compared to his relatively tame clanmates from the previous novel, Jan showcases the immense responsibility that comes with being someone of his ilk, and it's quite frankly fascinating. Intrigue is the name of the game, and the Blue Bloods can throwdown with the best of 'em and then some.
However, despite my rating, I can't say the book is perfect. The chapters concerning the New York Tremere unfortunately nearly surpass Anatole's in "Jesus, not this again!" energy. As with the Malkavian signature character, perhaps the authors lay it a little too thick with the clan stereotypes. The warlocks are vampire mages, so let's have them endlessly babble about their unfathomable hermetic rituals, rigid hierarchy, Chantry defences, etc. Meanwhile, the Sabbat holds court in their city, having used it as one of their staging grounds to tear-ass through the country. Oh, not to mention something beyond unsettling is festering in the city's underground... and it's not even the Nosferatu! In fact, the thing manages to befuddle even them! Oh dear Caine, if only the Camarilla had in their ranks a clan of highly proficient and painstakingly organized undead wizards to deal with things like these! Oh, wait...
All in all, despite its small shortcomings, this is a clear improvement over the first instalment. A leaner, meaner beast to be sure.