Moon Over Soho
I was my dad's vinyl-wallah: I changed his records while he lounged around drinking tea, and that's how I know my Argo from my Tempo. And it's why, when Dr Walid called me to the morgue to listen to a corpse, I recognised the tune it was playing. Something violently supernatural had happened to the victim, strong enough to leave its imprint like a wax cylinder recording. Cyrus Wilkinson, part-time jazz saxophonist and full-time accountant, had apparently dropped dead of a heart attack just after finishing a gig in a Soho jazz club. He wasn't the first.
Reviewed on 27th June 2015
The second book in the Peter Grant series, about a trainee wizard policeman in London, is just as good as, if not better than, the first.
There are two cases on the cards for the young constable, one involving the inexplicable death of a jazz musician, and the other a rather brutal attack on a gentleman's parts by some sort of magical creature.
On top of a compelling and fast-moving plot, the repercussions from the first book surround Grant, and I really enjoyed these character moments which really aid the idea that events in this story will have consequences for the characters.
There's also more effort in fleshing out the world, which is something I always enjoy discovering as I read a series of books, and the author gradually feeds the reader parts of a wider backstory that feel like they will continue building towards events to come.
Definitely enjoyable, and definitely a series I will continue to read.