Welcome to the Nightside. For those foolish enough to seek it out, it’s literal tourist trap, populated by beings, human and otherwise, who have never seen the sun rise. A place where your dreams can come true—as long as your nightmares don’t get you first.
My name is John Taylor. I’m a PI with a special talent for finding lost things. I’m also the reluctant owner of a very special—and dangerous—weapon: Excalibur, the legendary sword (which isn’t what you think it is, and never was). Excalibur chose me, and to find out why, I’ll have to consult the last defenders of Camelot, a group of knights who dwell in a place that some find more frightening than the Nightside.
London Proper. It’s been years since I’ve been back—and there are good reasons for that…
Private investigator John Taylor returns in the 12th novel (after 2010's The Good, the Bad, and the Uncanny) of the Nightside, "the dark, secret, brooding heart of London." Having killed the former Walker, the voice of the Authorities, Taylor's now the closet thing the Nightside has to a leader. When the sword Excalibur shows up in the mail, he must return to London Proper to consult with the descendants of the Knights of the Round Table. The blood runs red (and golden) as he teams up with King Arthur and tangles with Merlin, elven royalty, traitor knights, sons of the devil, the Lady of the Lake, and various creatively named denizens of the Nightside. Taylor's irrepressible sarcasm and a twisted take on quotidian scenes compensate for a few too many solemn, self-important pronouncements and evil-overlord lectures.
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Worth every penny!
Great imagination & story line.
Another good one
Taylor and his girlfriend Suzie are changing. And, some loose ends get tied up here while others unravel. A good read.
Boring and derivative
How anyone can rate this over 3 stars is beyond me and I *like* cheesy fantasy. It's not that it's terribly written, it's that it's totally unoriginal. Its an attempt to channel Glen Cook, Terry Pratchet, Jim Butcher, and all of their contemporaries. It comes off as having stolen a bit from all of them and throwing it thoughtlessly into a soup. The result is almost a mockery. I had to put it down.
Move along. Nothing to see here.