I always expected to be the one who accidentally joined a music cult.
But there’s Malware, rocking the stage like he was born for this, strung out on unbottled lightning while performing in a fae-backed musical competition intent on waking the nine muses.
The winners advance to the next round. The losers? Well, the body count around here is giving death metal a whole new meaning. Djinni bottles are supposed to be unbreakable, but broken fragments are popping up everywhere, and now Mal’s has an ominous crack.
And when your boyfriend asks you to solve his murder, there’s only one response—drink the zealot juice and hold on tight. Because if I fail, if I lose myself to the music, then we’ll find out exactly what happens to djinni when our bottles break.
The entire time I was reading this book, I thought it was the last in the series. I misread/misunderstood the author’s posts on Twitter. That misunderstanding colored my enjoyment of the book. Don’t get me wrong. I liked the book a lot. The characters carry well from one book to the next. Their personalities hold true, as do their actions. It’s a good book. But since I thought it was the end, I read the entire novel looking for an ending, a closure. And didn’t get one. The book has a good ending, but the series does not with this book. I wanted more. After reading the novel I reached out to the writer and asked her if it was the end… I should have done that first. My issue, not hers. She confirmed it was not the end and I breathed a sigh of relief. I like this book. Due to magic, one of the characters gets hypnotized and ends up not knowing who they are. Even that though, flowed well. The characters, the settings, the details in the scenery were, as always, well written.