jamestheweak

This is the third book about lecturer (and secret agent) James Asher, his doctor wife, Lydia, and their strange acquaintance: Don Simon Ysidro, vampire. Hambly's vampires don't sparkle. Many of them aren't even that pretty, but that's why I love them. They're old. They're dead. They've stopped caring about human concerns, like love, and family, and politics, and there exists for many of them only The Hunt and The Kill. Despite Don Simon's constant reminders that this is the case, you can see in his behavior subtle hints that he still cares about some things. Unfortunately, one of the things he seems to care about is Lydia . . . But also, in this book, Lady Irene, an Englishwoman of whom he was fond, and who he begged not to become a vampire, lest she lose that part of herself that he loved. Did she? I won't say. But that's the crux of the mystery here, which takes Asher and Ysidro and Lydia from England to St. Petersburg and beyond.

2022-10-15 07:58