Eighth Grave After DarkSeries: Charley Davidson #8
by Darynda Jones
Published by Macmillan, St. Martin's Press on May 19th 2015
Genres: Urban Fantasy
I received this book for free from Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
With twelve hellhounds after her, pregnant Charley Davidson takes refuge at the only place she thinks they can’t get to her: the grounds of an abandoned convent. But after months of being cooped up there, Charley is ready to pop. Both metaphorically and literally since she is now roughly the size of a beached whale. Fortunately, a new case has captured her attention, one that involves a murder on the very grounds the team has taken shelter upon. A decades-old murder of the newly-vowed nun she keeps seeing in the shadows is almost enough to pull her out of her doldrums.
Charley’s been forbidden to step foot off the sacred grounds. While the angry hellhounds can’t traverse the consecrated soil, they can lurk just beyond its borders. They have the entire team on edge, especially Reyes. And if Charley didn’t know better, she would swear Reyes is getting sick. He grows hotter with every moment that passes, his heat scorching across her skin every time he’s near, but naturally he swears he’s fine.
While the team searches for clues on the Twelve, Charley just wants answers and is powerless to get them. But the mass of friends they’ve accrued helps. They convince her even more that everyone in her recent life has somehow been drawn to her, as though they were a part of a bigger picture all along. But the good feelings don’t last for long because Charley is about to get the surprise of her crazy, mixed-up, supernatural life….
Inner Voice: Self?
I.V.: Why haven’t you written your full review of Eighth Grave After Dark by Darynda?
I.V.: Is it because Eighth Grave came out waaaaay back in May and you’re embarrassed to just now be getting around to it?
Self: Uh, no.
I.V.: Is it because you thought the book had a slow start for the first half and you don’t want to pish-paw the entire book for that? Yeah, it was kind of a snoozer beginning but a writer has to set up the story somewhere. And really, if it’s that, you can just say that once you got to the halfway mark, the story/plot took off like gangbusters. Weren’t you the one who kept stabbing at the iPad when it wouldn’t flip the pages fast enough for you? I distinctly recall a broken fingernail.
Self: The wind blows and I break a fingernail.
I.V.: Well, what about Reyes? Don’t you want to tell everyone about how you’ve come around to being a huge fan of Reyes’ again? You threw him under the bus after book four. But now, thanks to his devotion to Charley, you’re singing a new tune.
Self: Nobody wants to hear me sing.
I.V.: What about those crazy plot twists and surprises! Even a major plot line saw closure – you were gasping like a fish out of water!
I.V.: Wouldn’t you like to defend that ending? I know some people thought it was too easy an out but you kind of liked it… as long as it doesn’t drag/arc through more than one book.
Self: Vague much?
I.V.: Oh, for the love of… you met the poor woman at RAGT this year! And despite the babbling woman in front of us that just about sprinted off to the bar because she was so nervous to have her book signed, Ms. Jones was completely down to Earth and gracious.
Self: That babbling idiot was us.
I.V.: What is it going to take to get you to write this review and get it out before the next book in the series, The Dirt on Ninth Grave, hits shelves in January 2016?
Self: Nothing, you already wrote it for me….