This is one of the weirdest books I’ve ever read. It had so much promise. When the Y2K thing happened the mystical, magical creatures came out of the closet if you will. I couldn’t tell if they were made at that moment or if they just surfaced but there you are. Fourteen years later this woman is a news reporter and she sees her double as a corpse on CSI Las Vegas. She meets a guy who knows the lay of the land and gets a wolf hound and see all kinds of things and the story just keeps going on making no sense and just going and getting deeper and deeper and not really getting any fun. I could not read past page 149. Too bad.