Dexter in the Dark (Dexter Series #3)
  • Dexter in the Dark (Dexter Series #3)
  • Dexter in the Dark (Dexter Series #3)

Dexter in the Dark (Dexter Series #3)

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by Jeff Lindsay

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“One of the most likable vigilante serial killers” (The New Yorker) faces his ultimate adversary…an evil so terrifying it scares away Dexter’s inner monster—and nearly dries up his sense of humor—in this wickedly witty, darkly suspenseful novel.

In his work as a Miami crime scene investigator,

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“One of the most likable vigilante serial killers” (The New Yorker) faces his ultimate adversary…an evil so terrifying it scares away Dexter’s inner monster—and nearly dries up his sense of humor—in this wickedly witty, darkly suspenseful novel.

In his work as a Miami crime scene investigator, Dexter Morgan is accustomed to seeing evil deeds…particularly because, on occasion, he rather enjoys committing them himself. Guided by his Dark Passenger (the reptilian voice inside him), he lives his outwardly normal life adhering to one simple rule: he kills only very bad people. Dexter slides through life undetected, working as a blood spatter analyst for the Miami Police Department, helping his fiancé raise her two adorable (if somewhat…unique) children, and always planning his next jaunt as Dexter the Dark Avenger under the light of the full moon.

But then everything changes. Dexter is called to a crime scene that seems routine: a gruesome double homicide at the university campus, which Dexter would normally investigate with gusto, before enjoying a savory lunch. And yet this scene feels terribly wrong. Dexter’s Dark Passenger senses something it recognizes, something utterly chilling, and the Passenger—mastermind of Dexter’s homicidal prowess—promptly goes into hiding.

With his Passenger on the run, Dexter is left to face this case all alone—not to mention his demanding sister (Sergeant Deborah), his frantic fiancée (Rita), and the most frightening wedding caterer ever to plan a menu. Equally unsettling, Dexter begins to realize that something very dark and very powerful has its sights set on him. Dexter is left in the dark, but he must summon his sharpest investigative instincts not only to pursue his enemy, but to locate and truly understand his Dark Passenger. To find him, Dexter has to research the questions he’s never dared ask: Who is the Dark Passenger, and where does he come from? It is nothing less than a search for Dexter’s own dark soul…fueled by a steady supply of fresh doughnuts.

Macabre, ironic, and wonderfully entertaining, Dexter in the Dark goes deeper into the psyche of one of the freshest protagonists in recent fiction. Jeff Lindsay’s glorious creativity is on full display in his most accomplished novel yet.

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Editorial Reviews

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Killer Acclaim for Jeff Lindsay’s DEXTER Novels:

“It’s like very little else you’ve read. Imagine if Hannibal Lecter starred in CSI: Miami, and you’re halfway there.”

“Maybe the first serial killer who unabashedly solicits our love.”
Entertainment Weekly

“The real appeal of this macabre tour-de-force is Dexter’s sardonic voice, so snappy and smart, and yet so full of self-loathing that we hate ourselves for laughing.”
New York Times

“ . . . fascinating, entertaining, and brilliant. Let Jeff Lindsay introduce you to the serial killer next door—Dexter (and his Dark Passenger) are the freshest, most terrifying creations you are ever likely to meet . . . and live to tell about.”
—Robert Crais, New York Times bestselling author

“Totally captivating . . . totally original. The characters are beautifully drawn, particularly Dexter, who is tremendously likable, his hobby notwithstanding.”
St. Petersburg Times

Marilyn Stasio
Jeff Lindsay's bad boy is back in Dexter in the Dark, and what a relief it is to find the amiable serial killer unspoiled by his success as the hero of the Showtime TV series he inspired…After toying unmercifully with his pathetic psychopath, Lindsay takes relish in resolving Dexter's existential crisis in his own cruel, perversely funny way.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly

In Lindsay's third novel to feature endearing Miami cop and serial killer Dexter Morgan (after 2005's Darkly Devoted Dexter), the Dark Passenger, the voice inside Dexter's head that from time to time drives him to the "Theme Park of the Unthinkable," inexplicably disappears while Morgan is investigating a gruesome double murder on the University of Miami campus. The crime scene, at which two co-eds were ritualistically burned and beheaded, gives even the human vivisection-loving vigilante the creeps. As the burned and beheaded body count continues to mount, Morgan realizes that the force behind the killings is something even more evil than his Dark Passenger. Though the macabre wit that powered the first two installments of this delightfully dark series (also a hit on TV's Showtime) is still evident, this third entry takes a decidedly deep introspective turn as Dexter is forced to contemplate not only life without his enigmatic companion but also who-or what-he truly is. (Sept.)

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Library Journal

Dexter loses his mojo in this third entry in a fantastic series (after Darkly Dreaming Dexterand Dearly Devoted Dexter). Well, not really his mojo but the "Dark Passenger" that allows Dexter to do what he does-namely, to act as a killer of those who kill. There's nothing particularly grisly about the crime scene to which Dexter is called on a university campus, but something about it scares away Dexter's inner voice. He's then thrown quickly into the unfamiliar role of being the hunted instead of the hunter and must rely on his own resources not only to survive but to find his Dark Passenger again. All of this occurs while Dexter must also deal with humdrum daily bothers like working, planning a wedding, and raising his fiancée's children to be just like him. Lindsay gives Dexter a great voice and provides the reader with several laugh-out-loud scenes. It's easy to cheer for this nicest of serial killers, and the pages will turn quickly. This series is growing in popularity thanks to both the books and the Showtime television series they've spawned. Highly recommended for all public libraries. [Prepub Alert, LJ4/1/07.]
—Craig Shufelt

Kirkus Reviews
Dexter Morgan, Miami's favorite vigilante sociopath, battles demons more powerful than even he can imagine. Miami Homicide is baffled by the ritual killings of two coeds who've been decapitated, burned and neatly laid out, their heads replaced by ceramic bulls' heads. On the strength of forensic evidence, Sgt. Deborah Morgan, Dexter's sister, arrests professor Jerry Halpern, who watches from jail as the murders continue-including, most satisfyingly, the monstrous caterer Dexter has booked for his wedding to his girlfriend Rita. The case clearly calls for the special talents of a forensic technician who moonlights as the untroubled executioner of bad guys (Dearly Devoted Dexter, 2005, etc.). This time, though, Dexter is in the dark. The familiar spirit who normally incites him to dastardly deeds has taken fright at something in that first crime scene and abruptly decamped, leaving Dexter unpossessed and alone. It's a spooky feeling when you're no longer haunted by evil spirits because even more evil spirits have driven them out. And it couldn't have happened at a worse time for Dexter, who'd just begun to bond with Rita's children. Astor, nine, and Cody, seven, have all the makings of apprentice serial killers themselves-if only Dexter can keep them safe long enough to teach them the prudence they'll need to survive. Sadly, the struggle between Dexter and his new demons is more portentous than interesting. How you feel about Dexter's third adventure will depend on how invested you are in Dexter.

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Product Details

Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date:
Dexter Series, #3
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Product dimensions:
6.39(w) x 9.54(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range:
14 - 18 Years

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Chapter One

What kind of moon is this? Not the bright, gleaming moon of slashing happiness, no indeed. Oh, it pulls and whines and shines in a cheap and guttering imitation of what it should do, but there is no edge to it. This moon has no wind in it to sail carnivores across the happy night sky and into slash–and–slice ecstasy. Instead this moon flickers shyly through a squeaky–clean window, onto a woman who perches all cheerful and perky on the edge of the couch and talks about flowers, canapes, and Paris.


Yes, with moon–faced seriousness, Paris is what she is talking about in that far–spreading syrupy tone. She is talking about Paris. Again.

So what kind of moon can this possibly be, with its near–breathless smile and smirking lace around the edges? It batters feebly at the window, but it can’t quite get in past all the sickly–sweet warbling. And what kind of Dark Avenger could simply sit across the room, as poor Dazed Dexter does now, pretending to listen while mooning blearily on his chair?

Why, this moon must be a honeymoon—unfurling its marital banner across the living–room night, signaling for all to rally round, sound the charge, once more into the church, dear friends—because Dexter of the Deadly Dimples is getting married. Hitched to the wagon of bliss pulled by the lovely Rita, who has turned out to have a lifelong passion to see Paris.

Married, honeymoon in Paris…Do these words really belong in the same sentence as any reference at all to our Phantom Flenser?

Can we really see a suddenly sober and simpering slasher at the altar of an actual church, in Fred Astaire tie and tails, slipping the ring onto a white–wrapped finger while the congregation sniffles and beams? And then Demon Dexter in madras shorts, gawking at the Eiffel Tower and snarfing cafe au lait at the Arc de Triomphe? Holding hands and trundling giddily along the Seine, staring vacantly at every gaudy trinket in the Louvre?

Of course, I suppose I could make a pilgrimage to the Rue Morgue, a sacred site for serial slashers.

But let us be just a tiny bit serious for a moment: Dexter in Paris? For starters, are Americans still allowed to go to France? And for finishers, Dexter in Paris? On a honeymoon? How can someone of Dexter’s midnight persuasions possibly consider anything so ordinary? How can someone who considers sex as interesting as deficit accounting enter into marriage? In short, how by all that is unholy, dark, and deadly can Dexter really mean to do this?

All wonderful questions, and very reasonable. And in truth, somewhat difficult to answer, even to myself. But here I am, enduring the Chinese water torture of Rita’s expectations and wondering how Dexter can possibly go through with this.

Well then. Dexter can go through with this because he must, in part to maintain and even upgrade his necessary disguise, which prevents the world at large from seeing him for what he is, which is at best not something one would really like to have sitting across the table when the lights go out—especially if there is silverware present. And quite naturally, it takes a great deal of careful work to make sure it is not generally known that Dexter is driven by his Dark Passenger, a whispery–silk voice in the shaded backseat that from time to time climbs into the front seat to take the wheel and drive us to the Theme Park of the Unthinkable. It would never do to have the sheep see that Dexter is the wolf among them.

And so work we do, the Passenger and I, work very hard at our disguise. For the past several years we have had Dating Dexter, designed to present a cheerful and above all normal face to the world. This charming production featured Rita as the Girlfriend, and it was in many ways an ideal arrangement, since she was as uninterested in sex as I am, and yet wanted the companionship of an Understanding Gentleman. And Dexter really does understand. Not humans, romance, love, and all that gabble. No. What Dexter understands is the lethally grinning bottom line, how to find the utterly deserving among Miami’s oh–so–many candidates for that final dark election to Dexter’s modest Hall of Fame.

This does not absolutely guarantee that Dexter is a charming companion; the charm took years of practice, and it is the pure artificial product of great laboratory skill. But alas for poor Rita—battered by a terribly unfortunate and violent first marriage—she can’t seem to tell the margarine from the butter.

All well and good. For two years Dexter and Rita cut a brilliant swathe across the Miami social scene, noticed and admired everywhere. But then, through a series of events that might well leave an enlightened observer somewhat skeptical, Dexter and Rita had become accidentally engaged. And the more I pondered on how to extricate myself from this ridiculous fate, the more I realized that it was a logical next step in the evolution of my disguise. A married Dexter—a Dexter with two ready–made children!—is surely a great deal further from seeming to be anything at all like what he really is. A quantum leap forward, onto a new level of human camouflage.

And then there are the two children.

It may seem strange that someone whose only passion is for human vivisection should actually enjoy Rita’s children, but he does. I do. Mind you, I don’t get all weepy–eyed at the thought of a lost tooth, since that would require the ability to feel emotion, and I am quite happily without any such mutation. But on the whole, I find children a great deal more interesting than their elders, and I get particularly irritable with those who cause them harm. In fact, I occasionally search them out. And when I track these predators down, and when I am very sure that they have actually done what they have been doing, I make sure they are quite unable to do it ever again—and with a very happy hand, unspoiled by conscience.

So the fact that Rita had two children from her disastrous first marriage was far from repellent, particularly when it became apparent that they needed Dexter’s special parenting touch to keep their own fledgling Dark Passengers strapped into a safe, snug Dark Car Seat until they could learn how to drive for themselves. For presumably as a result of the emotional and even physical damage inflicted on Cody and Astor by their drug–addled biological father, they too had turned to the Dark Side, just like me. And now they were to be my children, legally as well as spiritually. It was almost enough to make me feel that there was some guiding purpose to life after all.

And so there were several very good reasons for Dexter to go through with this—but Paris? I don’t know where it came from, this idea that Paris is romantic. Aside from the French, has anyone but Lawrence Welk ever thought an accordion was sexy? And wasn’t it by now clear that they don’t like us there? And they insist on speaking French, of all things?

Perhaps Rita had been brainwashed by an old movie, something with a perky–plucky blonde and a romantic dark-haired man, modernist music playing as they pursue each other around the Eiffel Tower and laugh at the quaint hostility of the dirty, Gauloise–smoking man in the beret. Or maybe she had heard a Jacques Brel record once and decided it spoke to her soul. Who can say? But somehow Rita had the notion firmly welded into her steel–trap brain that Paris was the capital of sophisticated romance, and the idea would not come out without major surgery.

So on top of the endless debates about chicken versus fish and wine versus cash bar, a series of monomaniacal rambling monologues about Paris began to emerge. Surely we could afford a whole week, that would give us time to see the Jardin des Tuileries and the Louvre—and maybe something by Moliere at the Comedie–Francaise. I had to applaud the depth of her research. For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

Luckily for us, I was saved from the necessity of finding a politic way of telling her all this when Cody and Astor made their subtle entrance. They don’t barrel into a room with guns blazing as most children of seven and ten do. As I have said, they were somewhat damaged by their dear old biological dad, and one consequence is that you never see them come and go: they enter the room by osmosis. One moment they are nowhere to be seen and the next they are standing quietly beside you, waiting to be noticed.

“We want to play kick the can,” Astor said. She was the spokesperson for the pair; Cody never put more than four words together in a single day. He was not stupid, very far from it. He simply preferred not to speak most of the time. Now he just looked at me and nodded.

“Oh,” said Rita, pausing in her reflections on the land of Rousseau, Candide, and Jerry Lewis, “well then, why don’t you—”

“We want to play kick the can with Dexter,” Astor added, and Cody nodded very loudly.

Rita frowned. “I guess we should have talked about this before, but don’t you think Cody and Astor—I mean, shouldn’t they start to call you something more, I don’t know—but just Dexter? It seems kind of—”

“How about mon papere?” I asked. “Or Monsieur le Comte?”

“How about, I don’t think so?” muttered Astor.

“I just think—” said Rita.

“Dexter is fine,” I said. “They’re used to it.”

“It doesn’t seem respectful,” she said.

I looked down at Astor. “Show your mother you can say ‘Dexter’ respectfully,” I told her.

She rolled her eyes. “Puh-leeeeeze,” she said.

I smiled at Rita. “See? She’s ten years old. She can’t say anything respectfully.”

“Well, yes, but,” Rita said.

“It’s okay. They’re okay," I said. “But Paris—”

“Let’s go outside,” said Cody, and I looked at him with surprise. Four entire syllables—for him it was practically an oration.

“All right,” said Rita. “If you really think—”

“I almost never think,” I said. “It gets in the way of the mental process.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Astor said.

“It doesn’t have to make sense. It’s true,” I said.

Cody shook his head. “Kick the can,” he said. And rather than break in on his talking jag, I simply followed him out into the yard.

Chapter Two

Of course, even with Rita’s glorious plans unfolding, life was not all jubilation and strawberries. There was real work to do, too. And because Dexter is nothing if not conscientious, I had been doing it. I had spent the past two weeks dabbing on the last few brushstrokes of a brand–new canvas. The young gentleman who served as my inspiration had inherited a great deal of money, and he had apparently been using it for the kind of dreadful homicidal escapades that made me wish I was rich, too. Alexander Macauley was his name, though he called himself “Zander,” which seemed somewhat preppy to me, but perhaps that was the point. He was a dyed–in–the–wool trust–fund hippie, after all, someone who had never done any real work, devoting himself entirely to lighthearted amusement of the kind that would have made my hollow heart go pitter–pat, if only Zander had shown slightly better taste in choosing his victims.

The Macauley family’s money came from vast hordes of cattle, endless citrus groves, and dumping phosphates into Lake Okeechobee. Zander came frequently to the poor areas of town to pour out his largesse across the city’s homeless. And the favored few he really wished to encourage he reportedly brought back to the family ranch and gave employment, as I learned from a teary–eyed and admiring newspaper article.

Of course Dexter always applauds the charitable spirit. But in general, I am so very much in favor of it because it is nearly always a warning sign that something nefarious, wicked, and playful is going on behind the Mother Teresa mask. Not that I would ever doubt that somewhere in the depths of the human heart there really and truly does live a spirit of kind and caring charity, mingled with the love of fellow man. Of course it does. I mean, I'm sure it must be in there somewhere. I’ve just never seen it. And since I lack both humanity and real heart, I am forced to rely on experience, which tells me that charity begins at home, and almost always ends there, too.

So when I see a young, wealthy, handsome, and otherwise normal-appearing young man lavishing his resources on the vile downtrodden of the earth, I find it difficult to accept the altruism at face value, no matter how beautifully presented. After all, I am fairly good at presenting a charming and innocent picture of myself, and we know how accurate that is, don’t we?

Happily for my consistent worldview, Zander was no different—just a lot richer. And his inherited money had made him a little bit sloppy. Because in the meticulous tax records I uncovered, the family ranch appeared to be unoccupied and idle, which clearly meant that wherever he was taking his dear dirty friends, it was not to a healthy and happy life of country labor.

Even better for my purposes, wherever they went with their new friend Zander, they were going barefoot. Because in a special room at his lovely Coral Gables home, guarded by some very cunning and expensive locks that took me almost five full minutes to pick, Zander had saved some souvenirs. It’s a foolish risk for a monster to take; I know this full well, since I do it myself. But if someday a hardworking investigator comes across my little box of memories, he will find no more than some glass slides, each with a single drop of blood preserved upon it, and no way ever to prove that any of them is anything sinister at all.

Zander was not quite so clever. He had saved a shoe from each of his victims, and counted on too much money and a locked door to keep his secrets safe.

Well really. No wonder monsters get such a bad reputation. It was just too naive for words—and shoes? Seriously, shoes, by all that’s unholy? I try to be tolerant and understanding of the foibles of others, but this was a bit much. What could possibly be the attraction in a sweaty, slime–encrusted, twenty–year–old sneaker? And then to leave them right out in the open like that, too. It was almost insulting.

Of course, Zander probably thought that if he was ever caught he could count on buying the best legal care in the world, who would surely get him off with only community service—a little ironic, since that was how it had all started. But one thing he had not counted on was being caught by Dexter instead of the police. And his trial would take place in the Traffic Court of the Dark Passenger, in which there are no lawyers—although I certainly hope to catch one someday soon—and the verdict is always absolutely final.

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Dexter in the Dark (Dexter Series #3) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 307 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Ok I LOVED the first Dexter book, read it in 2 days and ran out for the second one immediately. Loving that one as well I just couldn't wait for the third to come out in paperback so I bought it in hardcover just to get as much of a Dexter fix as I can, and it felt like I was reading Dexter written by another author. The usual sharp wit and humor that made me laugh out loud in the first two was practically non existent in this one, not to mention the plot was just so far fetched to me that I was forcing myself to even finish the book. I sat there saying to myself 'I can't believe I care so little for reading this story when the first ones were so amazing and different from anything else I've been reading'. If I were you, I'd not spoil the greatness of Dexter by reading this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm gonna start off this review by saying that I overall found this book fairly entertaining but with flaws here and there and a few that may understandably have cost a reader their liking. The overall plot of the sacrificial killings and whatnot is entertaining but the sidestories that stick out horrendously like the whole thing with Cody and Astor's seemingly extreme need to kill. I mean seriously Jeff? They're like what, 6 years old..? They got smacked around by their junkie father when they were really young and now they need to kill because of it?? Okay, lets say for a moment that a drunken guy popped his wife and kids a couple times, which I am fully aware happens in reality. But what are the odds that those two children would BOTH become psychopathic and somehow understand their desperate blood lust? Let me again remind you that these kids are practically toddlers more or less. They even somehow snatch the neighbors cat and tie it down in an attempted dissembowlement before Rita catches them. I found that whole thing totally rediculous and was glad too see that Jeff Lindsay toned that nonsense down in the following three books. Having ranted enough about the Darkly Demented Duo, I'd also like to comment on the whole 'Dexter's DP is a son of Moloch' thing. With this one it was hard to tell exactly what Jeff Lindsay wanted us to believe was going on. I, as did many others, got the impression that he was trying to convince us that Dexter's Dark Passenger is some spiritual descendant of an ancient god which seems totally rediculous. I mean really, he had a great story about how Dexter's DP came to be so why mess it up with this True Blood nonsense? The whole thing where Dexter becomes hypnotized every time he hears the trumpet onsamble is just plain corny. In fact the whole book is written as though it was meant to be a comic book (which would be pretty cool). Although I ranted quite a bit about the shortcomings and plotholes of the book, I would also like to point out the strong points and interesting bits. This is after all, a Dexter book, therefore it still has its usual elements of humor, violence, and, well, Dexter. The story involving Dexter's engagement is amusing as well as the sidestory with Masuoka and the Mtv guy plus you get the obligatory 300 pages of witty dialogue from Dex that you miss out on by not reading this book. So overall I'd say that if you are a Dexter fan you'll enjoy reading Dexter in the Dark despite its rather corny sideplots and implications. Also by not reading you miss out on a chunk of Dexter that you won't get anywhere else. Buy it or rent it for yourself and formulate your own opinion, don't just go by what the reviews say.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This third book in the Dexter series did not fit in well with the first two novels. As a result, I did not like this book as much as the previous two volumes. This storyline was more about Dexter going about his daily life, (forensics, helping his sister, mentoring the kids, and planning his wedding to Rita) all while he is lost among his "genuine" human feelings without his dark passenger to guide him. Not to mention that someone wants to dispose of Dexter. A change in the pecking order can be fun. But, it was too long. It just did not work well in this format. The entire volume lacked the customary dark humor combined with disturbing scenes that made the other books so enjoyable and quick to read. This third book should have been an on-the-side novella or short story to explain how his life would be without a dark passenger, and where It came from. Additionally, the constant point of view (i.e. pov) changes were seemingly random. The strange placement of the alternate povs served only to disrupt the continuity of a book that was not great to begin with. I liked that this book started out the way that they all do. An introduction by way of murder seems to work for these books. I also appreciated that he is teaching Astor and Cody about the "Harry Code". The kids need to get "squared away" before something terrible happens to them due to their own inexperience. The ending was good. It tied up some loose ends which is always appreciated by readers. A reader could skip this book, and not miss out on much. It would be better if all of the mismatched subplots were contained in a bonus volume, or in an anthology setting. For example, Dexter's wedding planning and subsequent ceremony would have been a good side story. Another extra story could explain how the first dark passenger originated and multiplied. It could even have been combined with the cult's history in a crossover episode. Book three was too disjointed to enjoy thoroughly. I felt like I was reading multiple short stories that were jumbled together and then published, rather than the quality full length Dexter novel that I have grown to love. The recurring pov changes were totally frustrating. There were several interesting plotlines in this third Dexter book, but they just did not mesh well together. -AvidReader
Oljick More than 1 year ago
This is the 3rd book in the Dexter series. I went into the book with an open mind after reading some reviews. I actually liked the book. It's different. Yes it seems that Dexter may have lost some of his wit and charisma in this book, but I chalk that up to the part of Dexter that's absent through out most of the book. This isn't your regular Dexter book, it's more of a supernatural murder mystery, and that's not a bad thing. Go into this book knowing that it's different and there are changes that happen to his personality and you'll enjoy it. If you're looking for more of how Dexter was in Books 1 & 2, stay away.
Wiliam_Maltese 25 days ago
A DEEPLY DETERIORATED DEXTER IN BOOK THREE I enjoyed book one of this series, DARKLY DREAMING DEXTER. I enjoyed book two of this series, DEARLY DEVOTED DEXTER. I anticipated enjoying book three of this series, DEXTER IN THE DARK; I was disappointed. I understand how the author might have felt it necessary or appropriate to finally provide some explanation for the “Dark Passenger”, who “rides” along inside our sociopath serial killer to provide the catalysts necessary for murder after murder, but the explanation provided, with its inference to an archaic god, human sacrifices, and cults more like the Devil-worshiping cabal in “Rosemary’s Baby”, just didn’t ring true, as far as this reader was concerned. To have Dexter suddenly uncharacteristically turned into a constant whiner and sniveler, bemoaning this, bemoaning that, roiling in self-pity, at his wit’s end, at a loss, without a clue, and expounding upon it time after time after time, was more than a little disconcerting. What’s more, while many a madman probably does hear “things” in his head, Dexter’s sudden ability to ESP-channel hypnotic pagan ritualistic music that’s apparently actually being played, somewhere, and his being drawn to it and to the people behind it, had me thinking that I was reading an entirely different genre from the first two books in the series, and left me fearful of continuing with book four, DEXTER BY DESIGN, lest I encounter another book in this one’s similar fanciful paranormal vein. Not that I haven’t already picked up my copy of book four, because I have. But, I’ve done so purely with the hope that it’ll provide the kind of enjoyable ride I experienced with books one and two, without any additional what-the-heck-? detours, along the way, as encountered in this one.
Anonymous 5 months ago
Another great one, and its too bad that he didnt kill the dude but it make the story better. Plz continue!
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JKathleen More than 1 year ago
Dexter is so fascinating and can do no wrong. This series is the best! The descriptive language , the much fun!
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They just keep getting better
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CoLDMeTaL More than 1 year ago
The TV series is loosely based on these books, but there is soooo much more here. And very different!
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... but not as good as the second one. it gets a bit confusing a few times though, but the deeper i get into the book series the more i think showtime should of taken more from the books.
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This novel is designed to give the reader more insight into Dexter's Dark Passenger but in doing so wanders away from the thriller genre and land somewhere near fantasy/sci-fi.
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Definitely a must read! Highly recommend, especially if you like the previous books in the series!
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