This third novel of the Nightside gets even darker - and funnier - than before, as John Taylor searches for the truth behind Rossignol (that's "Nightingale" in French), an up-and-coming singer whose fans seem to think she has a voice to die for. Literally. It is, as usual, laugh-out-loud funny in many parts, but John Taylor faces a lot more nastiness than he ever has as well, which will give you plenty of chills.
The name is John Taylor. I work the garish streets of the Nightside, the hidden heart of London where it's always 3 a.m. and where inhuman creatures and otherworldly gods walk sise by side in the endless darkness of the soul.
I have a talent for finding things . . . people, pooperty, no problem. But now I'm aftr something different. A local diva called the Nightingale has cut herself off from her family and friends, and I've been hired to find out the reason. I'm also wondering why her suicide-prone fans think she has a voice to die for--literally . . .
To get to the truth, I'll have to lend an ear to the most enticingly beautiful and deadly voice in all the Nightside--and hope to survive.