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From the Publisher“Kittredge knows how to create a believable world, and her fans will enjoy the mix of magic and city grit.” —Publishers Weekly
“Non-stop supernatural action… a wild ride.”—Darque Reviews
Jack Winter and his girlfriend Pete Caldecott have encountered a lot of strange creatures in the Black—primordial demons, hungry ghosts, witch hunters, and the Prince of Hell himself, Belial. When Belial asks Jack for one last favor to help him keep his throne, Jack may have finally met his match because Belial's rival is something that no one—human or demon—has ever seen ...
Jack Winter and his girlfriend Pete Caldecott have encountered a lot of strange creatures in the Black—primordial demons, hungry ghosts, witch hunters, and the Prince of Hell himself, Belial. When Belial asks Jack for one last favor to help him keep his throne, Jack may have finally met his match because Belial's rival is something that no one—human or demon—has ever seen before…
There’s a revolution brewing in Hell, and Jack might be the only one who can stop Belial’s rival from ripping a hole between the Black and the mortal world—a catastrophe that could be worse than Armageddon. But to win, Jack will have to do the one thing he swore he never would: become a servant to the Morrigan, and risk losing everything he knows and loves…including Pete.
“Non-stop supernatural action… a wild ride.”—Darque Reviews
Everything tastes like ashes. The air above London is black no matter the time of day, smoke billowing from the burning districts south of the Thames. Sirens scream, echoing from building to building. People scream as hungry things chase them through the street, now the graveyard of cars long abandoned.
Not all people are victims. Some roam the darker, narrower parts of the city in packs, falling on man and creature alike.
Jack Winter watches the fires as they flourish and die. He watches the wraiths flit out over the water. He watches the zombies and the gangs alike feast on the flesh of men.
He tastes the ashes, the only thing that remains of a world that was once daylight and free of the knowledge that things like this existed, nearly close enough to touch.
But that wall fell, like all walls do, victims of time or pressure or circumstance. Now there is no division, no dark and daylight. There is just this world, burning and broken, and in it Jack Winter is alone.
* * *
Jack hated waking up. At times, he would keep his eyes pressed shut and imagine that when he opened them he’d see the ceiling of his old flat, stained and blank. That instead of a car fire or raw sewage, he’d smell coffee and a fry up. That instead of the constant sirens and blared announcements from the Territorial Army tanks roaming the streets, he’d hear his daughter and his wife laughing.
He opened his eyes. He could see straight through to the sky. It was as black as the rest of the place, and he sat up and looked around at the hundreds of other bodies scattered across the floor of King’s Cross. Some slept, some smoked or ate tinned food with furtive expressions.
A few aid workers walked among them, and one started toward him with a vile meal-replacement bar that was quickly becoming the only thing you could reliably find to eat in London, if you weren’t into roasting stray cats or cannibalism.
Jack waved her off. The other poor bastards in this place needed food a lot more than he did. King’s Cross was one of the last safe zones in London, surrounded by holdouts from the army who hadn’t cut and run when they started getting ripped apart by lycanthropes and zombies.
He hated the safe zones. Nothing but sad civilians, dirty and battered, always with fear in their eyes as they scoured each individual face for signs that it did, in fact, belong to a human.
The psychic frequencies in King’s Cross were calm, though, and it was the only place he could get any sleep. Whitechapel used to blank out his second sight with the sheer volume of static from the many bad deeds wrought on its earth, but now it was alive with ghosts, poltergeists, and wraiths—guaranteed high-octane nightmare fuel for someone like Jack.
Besides, he didn’t want to go back there. Lily and Pete had been there. And now …
“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” The nurse held out the wrapped bar to him. Jack caught a whiff and wrinkled his nose.
“Food’s not really a priority these days, luv.”
She shoved the bar against his chest, until he was forced to take it or let it drop and shatter. He had to hand it to the civilians—they’d figured it out pretty quickly. Chop the head off a zombie, ward your safe spaces against the dead, and don’t make skin-to-skin contact with anyone. Magic, especially black magic, used touch as a contact point, and everyone in the city had taken to swaddling up.
“Try to keep your strength up,” the nurse said, and moved on.
They all believed in it so quickly, Jack thought, watching a little girl sitting next to her sleeping parents, reading a coverless book with burnt edges. In magic, in the people who used it, in the creatures it spawned.
Sure, it had caused a mass panic and destroyed London as they knew it, but they all believed.
He could never have imagined such a thing when he was the girl’s age, still realizing that seeing and speaking to the dead wasn’t something every snot-nosed brat could do.
She caught his eye. She and her parents were Indian, but he could see Lily in her face.
Who am I kidding, Jack thought. He saw Lily in every little girl’s face.
“Here.” He gave her the protein bar. She frowned at him.
“Don’t you need this?”
Jack stood up and shouldered his kit, the stuff he’d managed to grab from his flat before they had to run. Before …
“No, darling,” he told the girl. “Not where I’m going.”
Copyright © 2013 by Caitlin Kittredge
Posted May 13, 2013
~Reviewed by SUZANNE & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog
…what I really like and come back for more of is Jack and Pete, they aren’t your typical hero and heroine, in general the couple are foul mouthed, rude and aren’t afraid to play dirty to win. ~ Under the Covers
The Apocalypse is Nigh…again. Jack Winter’s visions shows London in ashes, the ones he loves dead or taken and the wall between the worlds crashing down; mingling the hosts of Hell and all the vile creatures of the Black in with the daylight world. To stop the coming apocalypse Jack may have to sacrifice more than his life and finally join the Morrigan leaving all he loves behind.
I love the Black London series, it is dark and gritty, filled with difficult situations and has one of the most interesting leading couples, Jack Winter and Pete Caldecott. Dark Days continues the tradition set in the previous books in this series; setting up seemingly hopeless situations that never have an easy answer and a victory clinched at the maw of defeat through cleverness, luck and sheer ballsiness.
And, although I love Ms Kittredge’s plots and the ideas she puts in her books, what I really like and come back for more of is
Jack and Pete, they aren’t your typical hero and heroine, in general the couple are foul mouthed, rude and aren’t afraid to play dirty to win. But I like them, they are interesting and the dark side of each of them makes the more so. They are also a perfect match for one another and I love how their relationship has grown through out the series creating a marriage so strong that sometimes the weight of the apocalypse rests on it.
What I also love about these books is the writing, everything is brought to vivid life and sucks you deeper into the book. For example the dialogue is excellent, the way Jack and Pete speak, especially Jack, he manages to be both crude but also poetic and clever at the same time, like below:
There was no higher power. There were the beings older and hungrier than you, and there was avoiding being stepped in when they got a hair up their bum cracks
This was another fantastic installment in the series, although it did end on a little bit of a cliff hanger, which means I now can not wait to get my hands on the next book!
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