When the city was founded, he was the mad native spirit that waited in the dark, on the edge of the torchlight. When the streets were cobbled over, he became the footsteps heard on stone that you cannot see. When the Victorians introduced street lighting, he was the shadow who always shied away from the light, and when the gas went out, there he was. The shadow at the end of the alley, the footsteps half-heard in the night.
A daimyo of the Neon Court is dead. So are two warriors of the Tribe. And a freshly-prophesied 'chosen one' is missing. Each side blames the other and Matthew Swift is right in the middle of it, trying to keep the peace. Because when magicians go to war, everyone loses. But Swift has even bigger problems. A dead woman is trying to kill him and the city itself is under attack from a force of unimaginable power. As if trying to stay one step ahead of an assassin and juggling magical politics weren't challenging enough, Swift must also find a way to defeat a primal threat from humanity's darkest nightmares. Or there may not be a London left to fight over . . .
Griffin wraps up the story of electrical sorcerer Matthew Swift in this stylish, inventive, and often frustrating sequel to A Madness of Angels and The Midnight Mayor. Eternal night has descended on modern-day London, which is disappearing one neighborhood at a time, and war is about to break out between the mystical clan known as the Neon Court and its magical enemies, the Tribe. Everyone hopes that Swift, who's been dubbed the Midnight Mayor, can protect the city from supernatural dangers, but he may well be in over his head. As Swift, his likable apprentice, and a few less-than-trustworthy colleagues race to prevent the destruction of the city, the special effects and chase scenes too often overwhelm the characters and their story.