Simon R. Green’s Nightside Series is so far filling the gap nicely. It’s just a shame his books are so darn short.
All in all, great pulpy noir fantasy. Mind you, the action moves along at an almost feverish pace, and his Nightside Series reads like Raymond Chandler on an acid trip.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’m perfectly happy to have been temporarily hijacked from reading Mockingjay, which, at two-thirds of the way through, has managed to redefine the entire concept of “anti-climatic”.
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