It seems that every other book finds us returning to the overlying story arc of the Faceless Man against the Folly. The books that don't deal with him tend to not interest me as much, and so I was heartened by a return to it. In fact, this time we actually find out who the Faceless Man is, in a plot that initially centers on a drug-related death of a posh teenager that somehow involves the posh teenage daughter of super-posh Lady Tyburn, one of the river goddesses of London.

The case itself is not super-exciting, but I like the revelations that we receive, and this feeling how all the things from the all previous books are coming together. The Peter Grant books and The Checquy Files continue to be my absolutely favorite urban-fantasy series.