It’s been three months since the end of the last book and Stark is Downtown but being Lucifer isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Enemies at every turn. Suck ups abound. Endless meetings with the council trying to get Pandemonium rebuilt.
I’m a magician, an ex-gladiator, a killer, and now the devil himself and my greatest night terrors revolve around lost memos and trying to remember the Hellion word for “incentivize”.
Just as I was starting to get a little bored with that whole storyline, Kadrey jettisons us back to LA (uptop), Stark is finally home. Things have a changed a little, though, Candy has moved on with another Jade. Kasabian has a new body of sorts, part Hell Hound, part half-assed cylon. Father Traven has a really bad ass new talent. Allegra is back being all prim and mad about stuff. Oh, and Saint James, the Angel side of him is on the loose.
From there it just gets crazier. I love the recurrence of characters (Cherry Moon!) and mythology and how everyone’s relationships keep morphing and changing. Sad that the Max Overdrive remodel has ground to a halt, but that’s alright. He remembers Lucifer’s old digs, the secret penthouse atop the Chateau Marmot. Plus a closet full of lovely shirts. You know how hard he is on clothes. Soon he and Candy are trying to break up the furniture in there. Through it all, Stark is his usual wiseass self but he is learning things. About himself and the universe. Thankfully not in a touchy feely koombya kind of way. There’s still plenty of death, destruction and all out horrorshow moments. When he passes on the mantle and prepares to spend some time on earth once again, you just know it’s gonna go sideways any minute. I can’t wait.