Dexter in the Dark (Dexter Series #3)

Dexter in the Dark (Dexter Series #3)

by Jeff Lindsay

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ISBN-13: 9780307276735
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/02/2008
Series: Dexter Series , #3
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 184,110
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range: 14 - 18 Years

About the Author

JEFF LINDSAY is the author of Darkly Dreaming Dexter and Dearly Devoted Dexter. He lives in Florida with his wife and children.

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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.

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) 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 349 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.
lookitisheef on LibraryThing 10 months ago
The supernatural aspect of Lindsay's third Dexter tale is a little hard to swallow. The cynic wit and awesome wordsmithing are still here (I'm a sucker for alliteration), but there's also this tie-in side story about some sort of dark god that controls killers. Didn't really buy in to that part...I kept hoping that maybe it was going to turn out that Dexter was starting to lose his grip on reality like a real delusional serial killer would, but got left with this Molak supernatural thing.I think I would have been more accepting of the plot if it wasn't put in to the Dexter universe...supernatural events and serial killers just don't seem like good bedfellows.
missmath144 on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Good, but getting kind of tv-ish . . . like Lost, it's getting lost in the paranormal.
wyvernfriend on LibraryThing 10 months ago
From the way Dexter refers to the Dark Passenger in earlier books it's almost as if he's a seperate entity. This takes that idea and creates a back-story for his Dark Passenger. In this story there are bodies turning up, burnt and headless and when Dexter goes to the first crime scene he loses his companion. Finding himself without insight into the crimes and feeling like he's lost a part of himself he has to find out the whodunnit and the why of the disappearance.Add to that the continued development of Rita's two children as their own special monsters and horrors of horrors a wedding to organise, his own.It just didn't flow like the earlier books, it stuttered through what could have been an interesting concept, but as a continuation of the Dexter series it just didn't seem to fit. The ideas of who and what the Dark Passenger is were interesting but just fell a little flat in the execution.
Shambler on LibraryThing 11 months ago
I've been reading, and enjoying, the Dexter series of books. That is, I was, until Dexter in the Dark. I don't want to spoil too much of the plot for those that may disagree with me, but my problem with the book lies entirely with the supernatural direction it went right from the first few pages of the book. It didn't feel right, and it seems to lessen the overall impact of the book.I will say, that Dexter #4 leaves this unfortunate twist behind. If you fall into the same camp as myself I encourage you to power through, it does pick up again.
IERobP on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Although I'd added it to my "never read again" shelf I probably will but only because I'll be reading the others and it's part of the series.This third book is a bit of a let down. There is a narrative going on in the back ground that is awful and really brings a whole new meaning to the book but not in a good way.Personally I found this one disappointing and more like a story from a computer game rather than the Dexter I've come to know and love.
pophyn on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Another fine read. So far, book 2 is my favorite Dexter book. This one added some elements to Dexter's universe that I'm not thrilled with (but won't list as they are spoilery). Weird because they are generally my cuppa tea, but here I would rather they were absent. Still the writing remains top notch, the elements don't ruin things totally :-), and the book is a fun read.
Ambrosia4 on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Out of all of the Dexter books, this is the only one that did not grab me. While the past two books in Lindsay's series are interesting portraits of an intriguing character, this seemed like a plodding continuation without enough direction. It follows Dexter as he undertakes the next step in his disguise, marriage to Rita. He's becoming a "mentor" to her children and trying to balance his secret life as well. However, after he kills the wrong person, a series of murders throughout Miami threaten his livelihood in more than one way. Deborah continues to cope with the knowledge of her stepbrother's misdeeds and take care of her crippled boyfriend. Vince Masouka, as Dexter's best man, tries to make the wedding as perfect as possible. And through all of this Dexter's Dark Passenger has disappeared due to the creepy new series of ritualistic murders that have overtaken Miami.While still written in the creepy tone Lindsay has developed for his Dexter series, the book did not have enough substance to hold my attention. The basis of the plot revolves around a strange philosophy that did not sit well with me. Dexter's lamenting and whining just got on my nerves and his headspace was all wrong to continue as a serial killing hero (never thought I'd say that). If Lindsay writes more in this series, I'd like to see a stronger storyline in the next installment.
rfewell on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Not the best dexter book...it's getting a little too supernatural...
Meggo on LibraryThing 11 months ago
What happens when a Monster loses his Dark Passenger? That's what Dexter Morgan struggles with in this story, the third in the Dexter series. Engaging and difficult to put down, I kept reading so I could find out what would happen - would the Dark Passenger be gone forever? And if so, where did it go? If you like Dexter, get this book.
readingrat on LibraryThing 11 months ago
In this installment in the series, Dexter's dark passenger gets chased away. Unfortunately Dexter without his dark passenger is hardly Dexter at all. This same story could have easily been written with just any-old protagonist at the helm. It's still an enjoyable read, but it doesn't reach the level of the previous two Dexter books.
soniaandree on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Dexter finds himself abandonned by his 'Dark Passenger' for the first time in his life, and doesn't know how to react. Another threat lies with another 'Passenger', while he is supposed to 'teach' the children in the Harry code - expect more investigations, murders, and invisible threats! This is a good thriller for people wanting to learn more about Dexter and his 'Dark Passenger' (which appears to be more of a separate entity than an inner personae).
stephmo on LibraryThing 11 months ago
While reading this, there was a part of me that was wondering if I was being overly harsh with the plot because Showtime has done such a phenomenal job with the adaptation. And then I remembered that a huge portion of my library has been made into movies, television shows and plays and that I've long since learned to respect such things as separate entities enjoying or disliking things on their own merits. Long story short, I was really trying to give Jeff Lindsay whatever is more than the benefit of the doubt for producing a horrible installment in his Dexter series.I'd love to say this is about Dexter, but it isn't. At every turn, we find Dexter being forced to do something by someone else - his co-worker and best man convince him to use a celebrity caterer for his wedding (do not ask me how a forensics blood spatter expert will ever afford $250-$500/plate), his soon-to-be step children are demanding serial killer lessons, his sister is using him as an expert profiler and we discover that his one talent is no longer home for business because it is also its own entity. So our dangerous Dexter never really needed the lessons of his father - Lindsay spends an entire book showing us that just about anyone can boss our dear Dexter around at will. Note to potential Dexter victims: don't beg for help, whine or cry. Just DEMAND that he let you go, ask him to take your cat to the vet and send him on some random errands if you want to live. The murder mystery is an excuse to introduce an ancient god, a potential source of Dexter's powers and Cody's ability to read evil auras, but I'm already making it sound far more interesting than it really was. I know that there are more books in the series, but at this point, I think I'll stick with the cable series. There's a reason the book clearly states on the cover, the killer character that inspired the hit Showtime original Series Dexter. The superior storylines and a much better Dexter are living in high definition now.
mojacobs on LibraryThing 11 months ago
The Dexter concept is interesting and makes for fun reading, but this third book in the series is a bit of a disappointment. The supernatural was already present in the previous books, but not enough to become irritating, but in this one, it plays a major part and it does not work for me. The personality of Dexter was an essential part of the fun of the books, and here, by losing his Dark Passanger, Dexter loses his attraction and becomes a nagging narcistic victim. Everything turns out all right in the end, but I think this is where the series stops as far as I'm concerned.
la_librarian on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Not sure if I liked the direction of this Dexter novel. It goes off on the weird storyline of gods and rituals and spirits and supernatural stuff. The reason I've always enjoyed the series is because of the way Lindsay treats the subject of a serial killer as a damaged child who is now a sociopath. This book just made it all weird.
CynDaVaz on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Liked it alright, but the whole demon thing really got to be too much. I don't like the direction this particular installment took. Hopefully it'll get better by #4.
es135 on LibraryThing 11 months ago
These novels are always entertaining. The mystery/thriller element to this novel kept me more invested in than the previous installments. That said, I was somewhat disappointed with the ending. For an easy to devour afternoon read, this novel works well. While I was left with a kind of empty feeling, I will probably read the next novel.
queencersei on LibraryThing 11 months ago
Everyone¿s favorite serial killer Dexter is back in Dexter in the Dark. Dexter juggles his job as a blood spatter analyst for the Miami Police Department, shepherds his two soon to be step children along the Harry Path and also makes time for his `hobby¿. But a new killer is on the loose, causing Dexter¿s Dark Passenger to go into hiding. Dexter is left to fend for himself in trying to solve a string of grisly murders and is left wondering, who he is without the Dark Passenger?The lighthearted writing still manages to be funny and slightly macabre. Though readers are left wondering just how an entire police department could not start to wonder why one of their own forensic specialists is a target for murder, again and again. Die hard Dexter fans shouldn¿t have too much problem with this latest installment however.
bribre01 on LibraryThing 11 months ago
A little weirder than the first two dexter books, a bit hard to follow in some parts.
she_climber on LibraryThing 11 months ago
This book was a let down in a series I've been loving so far. Apparently I don't like Dexter without his passenger, he was so whiney and introspective that that book just seemed to drag on.
bgknighton on LibraryThing 11 months ago
A good addition to the series. Leaves the question of Moloch hanging, though. Can't wait to see how he handles Cody and Astor - you really don't want them going into the world untaught....
schatzi on LibraryThing 11 months ago
I'd heard that this book was absolutely terrible, but I was determined to read the complete Dexter series, especially since I'm going into a little withdrawal since the television series hasn't even started taping new episodes for the fifth season yet. Although the book wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, it still wasn't very good. The book has a whole lot of buildup for relatively nothing. The event that took nearly three hundred pages to build up to only took about fifteen pages at the most and wrapped up too tidily for my tastes. The ending felt rushed to me, while most of the book felt rather plodding. There is no intriguing serial killer for Dexter to find; instead, his Dark Passenger has seemingly deserted him, which puts Dexter off his game and on the bench for most of the book. And I can only read so many descriptions of Miami traffic before wishing that something, anything, interesting would happen.The idea of Dexter mentoring Astor and Cody in the way of Harry is very interesting, and I wish that there had been more of that in the book. But with Dexter's "shadow" missing, he's more focused on getting it back and making sense of what is going on, and ignoring his soon-to-be step-children and their dark urges. I really don't like the idea of Dexter's Dark Passenger being supernatural in origin rather than psychological. He suffered an extremely traumatic event as a young boy; surely that should be enough to explain why he's a sociopath, without the need to relying on some biblical yarn about the god Moloch and his "children." If Lindsay had skipped all of the supernatural mumbo-jumbo and had focused instead on the psychological aspects of the Dark Passenger in this novel, I think the story would have been a much better one.Still, the book was an okay read, and I'll be sticking around to read the next book. This story may have been a clunker, but so was the third season of the television series (in my opinion), and the fourth season was really good. Here's hoping that the fourth book will also be good.