Somehow one of the "blandest" Blaise books. I don't mean I wanted more and darker violence, I mean the story itself. Dinah Pilgrim (really, Peter?) is introduced, and Steven Collier reappears, and it looks like they're about to become fixtures in the life of Willie and Modesty respectively via marriage! Well, it looks that way--until Gabriel and Co. turn up and kidnap Dinah.
I don't know--I've always felt the Collier contingent were there to prove to the reader that Modesty and Willie are just "regular folks" at bottom, which of course they are not. In this installment Modesty is at her Mary Sue-est, what with the perfect sense of direction, mad survival skillz, and now excellence in fencing beyond Tarrant himself ("he fenced for England, you know!"). This time around Willie basically makes stuff and carries stuff and goes "Right, Princess" and does as he's told. Even when he faces up to his old arch-nemesis, it's because she's wounded and watching.
This time around, I noticed that Willie's girlfriends all seem to be damaged in some way, either mentally or physically. Dinah is blind, Lady Janet has only one leg, another of his girls had been brainwashed and still wasn't quite "right"--and even the sex-mad girls he tells stories about, aside from being each and every one a nymphomaniac, had definite kinks. (Not that I believe those stories, and I wonder Modesty does. They sound too much like a fifteen year old boy's letter to Penthouse.) I can understand that no woman could ever be as perfect as Modesty--but the need to pick lame ducks for romantic relationships says something about Willie's self-esteem.
It was okay for a bedtime read, but it's never been my favourite. It's not bad, but it needs a bit of salt.