In a Victorian London where vampires, werewolves, and ghosts are a normal part of society, it’s shocking for the furry and the fangy to wake up as normal humans while the phantasmal have vanished entirely. Meanwhile Alexia’s husband decides that he has pack business to take care of in Scotland and leaves her behind. She decides that she’s going to get to the bottom of this problem and find out what’s bothering her dear husband.
There were a few things I didn’t like about this book. I didn’t find it as funny as Soulless. The ending is a bit of a cliffhanger, which I find frustrating. One thing that’s done particularly well is that the mystery of the book makes sense with the context we’re given. (This probably means that it’s blindingly obvious to anyone but me. )
I’m chalking this book up to Middle Book Syndrome. It’s really hard to judge it without seeing how the next book picks up the pieces and ties them together. I’m still looking forward to the next book, but not with as much enthusiasm