The Detective by Jonathan L. Howard
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
The first book in this series read like Doctor Parnassus in book form. This book, whose blurb compares it to Murder On The Orient Express for good reason, is instead what would happen if The Grand Budapest Hotel were a collaboration between Jim Butcher and Quentin Tarantino. Maybe with a bit of Spielberg thrown in - just look at the hilariously grossgusting Mirkarvian dinner served aboard the Princess Hortense, right down to that sickening "tschun," which is best described as "rancid goulash." "Put hairs on your chest, this will!"
Our favorite necromancer of some little infamy should solve murders more often, no?
Now to look for the third book - which I may also have to special-order like the first two, but as a new member of the Cabal Cabal, it's gonna be so worth it.
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