The ace known as the Darkness* hunts Mama Evernight through the bone-lined catacombs beneath Paris…I might normally make a glib comment about None More Goth, but when the author died the day before publication, it feels more like a presentiment. The author, at that, being Victor Milan, the man who first gave GRRM a superhero RPG, and thus birthed Wild Cards, and without the experience of structuring Wild Cards over so many years, who knows if the epic history of Westeros would ever have come about? The plot isn’t much; a Morlock Massacre replay which leans a bit too hard on the ruthlessness of the admittedly notorious French anti-terror police. But the mood, that’s handled well. And the theme, of the way a certain sort of man finds power and violence sufficient seduction that it overwhelms everything else? That’s done even better. So all in all, not a bad last note from a man who shaped far more than the direct fame or otherwise of his name might suggest.
*Not the best alias for a British reader of a certain age to take seriously, but don’t worry, it’s not the name by which she’s generally known in the story.