Elysian Fields by Suzanne Johnson is the fun, fast-paced third book in the Sentinels of New Orleans, a series of urban fantasy novels filled with wizards, mermen, and pirates. In the tradition of the Sookie Stackhouse books, these novels are perfect for readers of paranormal fiction and "fans of Charlaine Harris and Cat Adams." (Booklist)
The mer feud has been settled, but life in South Louisiana still has more twists and turns than the muddy Mississippi.
New Orleanians are under attack from a copycat killer mimicking the crimes of a 1918 serial murderer known as the Axeman of New Orleans. Thanks to a tip from the undead pirate Jean Lafitte, DJ Jaco knows the attacks aren't randoman unknown necromancer has resurrected the original Axeman of New Orleans, and his ultimate target is a certain blonde wizard. Namely, DJ.
Combating an undead serial killer as troubles pile up around her isn't easy. Jake Warin's loup-garou nature is spiraling downward, enigmatic neighbor Quince Randolph is acting weirder than ever, the Elders are insisting on lessons in elven magic from the world's most annoying wizard, and former partner Alex Warin just turned up on DJ's to-do list. Not to mention big maneuvers are afoot in the halls of preternatural power.
Suddenly, moving to the Beyond as Jean Lafitte's pirate wench could be DJ's best option.
About the Author
SUZANNE JOHNSON is a magazine editor and feature writer with more than fifty national writing and editing awards. A longtime New Orleans resident, she helped rebuild for two years after Hurricane Katrina. Royal Street was her first novel and is the first book in an urban fantasy series about the Sentinels of New Orleans, wizards who guard the storied city against preternatural dangers. As Susannah Sandlin, Suzanne is also the author of The Penton Vampire Legacy, a series of popular paranormal romances.
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The scariest sound in New Orleans’ French Quarter is silence.
Even at four a.m. on a damp November Sunday morning, there should have been a few horns blaring, one or two belligerent drunks staggering around, a street hawker trying to solicit one more customer into a nightclub making its last call, the final trill of a trumpet.
All I heard as I followed Jake Warin along lower Dauphine Street were the falls of our footsteps on the concrete sidewalk. It was as if the thick mist that shrouded the gas streetlamps in golden balls of light had absorbed everything else and corralled the sounds from Bourbon Street into the confines of the street itself.
Just in case slipping into a gory police crime scene wasn’t eerie enough.
We turned the corner at Ursulines and found our contact standing against the side of a generic sedan that had been parked across a gated driveway. He wore a New Orleans Saints cap, but his nylon windbreaker had NOPD stamped across the back in gold block letters that glittered in the misty light. It, plus the gun on his hip, offered a warning to anyone who might take a notion to rob him: don’t.
“You owe me,” he said, and he wasn’t smiling.
Homicide detective Ken Hachette had agreed to let us into his crime scene as a favor to Jake, his former Marine buddy who’d recently trained to join a new FBI unit called the Division of Domestic Terror, or DDT.
Ken didn’t know the DDT’s brand of domestic terror would involve the preternaturals that had flooded into New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina tore down the metaphysical levees between the modern city and the Beyond. He thought it had to do with Homeland Security.
Ken also didn’t know his friend had been turned into a rogue breed of werewolf called loup-garou. To him, Jake had simply grown bored with running his Bourbon Street bar, the Green Gator, and wanted a career change. At least half of the Gator’s day-to-day operations already had been turned over to his bartender-slash-manager, Leyla.
Finally, Ken didn’t know I was a wizard, the sentinel for the greater New Orleans region, and not an FBI consultant as my handy little badge proclaimed.
What Ken Hachette did know was that neither Jake nor I had any business at his crime scene. “You realize how much hot water I’ll get into if my boss hears about this?”
The mist muffled Jake’s silky-sweet Mississippi drawl. “We’re here. Might as well let us take a look. I need the experience looking at scenes, and DJ knows a lot about the Axeman. The real one.”
Yeah, I knew a lot about the famous serial killer who’d rained terror all over the city back in the early part of the twentieth century—I’d learned most of it over the past twenty-four hours from the Internet. It’s amazing what turns up when you Google Axeman of New Orleans. There were better ways to do research, more accurate ways—even magical ways. But this had been a last-minute gig and even a research geek like me knows when to take a shortcut.
Ken unwrapped a stick of sugarless gum and rolled it up before popping it into his mouth. Then he folded the wrapper into a small, neat square and stuck it in his coat pocket. His face, the color of a deep, rich caramel, glistened with mist, and he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe it off. Who carried handkerchiefs? In our limited acquaintance, Ken had struck me as the type of man who might iron his boxer shorts and arrange his sock drawer by color.
The anti-DJ, in other words.
“Yeah, okay. Come on. Don’t touch anything.” He untied the yellow crime scene tape that stretched across a wrought-iron entry gate and waited until we walked inside. Much of the lower Quarter was residential, and surprisingly large Creole-style homes lay nestled behind the narrow street entrances.
We crossed the slate pavers of an elegant courtyard edged with a jungle of banana trees and palms, and waited while Ken untied yet another length of yellow tape, this one barricading a set of French doors.
“Who was the victim?” I closed my eyes while Ken fiddled with the tape and pulled out a key to unlock the house. I might be a wizard, but I had enough elven genes from both of my parents that I’d won the freak lottery and ended up with some elven magic in my repertoire—part of which was the ability to sense the presence of preternatural energy. The aura of anything inhuman that might have been out here in the courtyard, however, had dissipated into the mist.
Warped as it sounded, I was praying for a nice, ordinary, human serial killer. I’d barely recovered from an attack and near-drowning three weeks earlier at the hands of a psycho nymph, not to mention cracked ribs courtesy of overzealous merman CPR. Breathing remained a painful chore, and I really, really wanted Axeman Deux, as the media had dubbed the killer, to be Ken’s problem.
The detective rattled off the details in short, clipped phrases. “Joseph Isaacson. Age fifty-seven. Owned a shipping-container company that does a lot of business with the port. Divorced. Lived alone. Same MO as the other attacks.”
The copycat murders had started two weeks ago, and tonight’s was the third death. These attacks shared a lot with the original ones committed in 1918 and 1919 by a never-identified serial killer the newspapers had named the Axeman because of his chosen weapon. The assaults came late at night, death resulted from hard blows to the head with an ax while the victims slept in their beds, and the bloody weapon had been left propped against a door or kitchen counter at the scene as a gory souvenir.
We entered the French doors into a parlor that could have served as a ballroom back when this place had been built in the early 1800s. It had been decorated in tasteful shades of cream, tan, and ivory, which made the puddle of blood next to an end table all the more gruesome.
Jake knelt next to the blood and I followed his gaze to the droplets trailing crimson across the room and into a back hallway. How was the loup-garou inside him handling the blood? Jake had been withdrawn for the last few weeks—since he’d almost lost control on our one and only attempt at a real date, and again after my near-drowning.
Nothing could kill a budding romance like having a guy threaten to go furry while you’re making out on the sofa or stare down at you with flat yellow eyes and bared teeth as you lie helpless on the ground.
Physically, Jake hadn’t changed a lot since being turned loup-garou three years ago. His wiry runner’s frame was more muscled, but he still had the laid-back exterior, the amber eyes, the sun-streaked blond hair, and the dimples. But the loup-garou tended to be violent loners, and Jake’s control over his wolf was shaky. He’d never embraced what he’d become. We still flirted with each other a little, but in the last couple of weeks it had become hollow, as if done from habit rather than from heart.
“The ax was propped against the table here.” Ken squatted next to Jake and pointed at a small cherry end table with delicate legs. “The bedroom where the body was found is down that hall. This ax was the same as the others.”
“Any fingerprints?” Jake asked.
“Plenty—but nothing that matches anything in our databases. He’s not being careful about what he touches. He’s taunting us.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. It could be a sloppy or arrogant human killer with no police record … or a prete who knew nothing about forensics.
They stood up, and Ken pointed to spots where little cardboard placards had been placed by the crime lab team. “Look in those areas and see if you can find anything we missed.”
“Good idea.” Jake’s eyes lingered on the pool of blood before he turned away and began canvassing the room.
Had Jake’s voice sounded a little shaky, or was I looking for trouble? My former cosentinel Alex Warin, an enforcer for the wizards and Jake’s new boss on the DDT, thought this low-stress assignment would be a good test for his cousin. Alex was supposed to be on this field trip instead of me, gauging Jake’s reaction to a bloody scene.
When Alex had been called away to investigate a merman-weregator problem in one of the river parishes, I got drafted—thus the late-night Axeman research.
I was partly here to see if the murder had any prete connection, and also to see how Jake handled himself.
There hadn’t been anything to indicate preternatural involvement, but any copycat crime pushed my paranoid button these days. Since the borders between modern New Orleans and the Beyond had dropped last month, any old prete could wander into town without the fear of being escorted out of the modern world by the New Orleans sentinel—namely, me.
That included the historical undead, famous former citizens given immortality in the Beyond by the magic of human memory. I wanted to make sure Axeman Deux wasn’t the real Axeman, come back in undead form to resume his murderous ways.
I had more than a passing acquaintance with all the trouble that could be caused by a member of the historical undead. The undead pirate Jean Lafitte had initially come to my house to shoot me. I’d visited his hotel room on business, only to find him interested in pleasure. We’d shared boat rides, he’d tried to impale me with a dagger, I’d accidentally set him on fire with the ancient elven staff I call Charlie, and we’d ventured back to 1850 to have a dinner date at Antoine’s before getting assaulted by an elf.
Yeah, it’s a complicated relationship.
While Ken and Jake looked at spots where the police had found minute bits of evidence—hair and fibers that could have come from either the victim or the killer—I pretended to study an antique vase and reached out with my senses.
I usually wore my mojo bag, a pouch of magic-infused herbs and gemstones that blunts my empathic abilities, but I’d left it off tonight. Whatever was here, I needed to pick up on it, whether it was residual energy from the Beyond or the fact that the blood scent made Jake’s mouth water. Can I hear an ick?
I ignored the wonky energy of loup-garou and filtered out the other sensory details: the quiet voices of the men as they talked about the crime, the drip of water off the leaves of the banana tree outside the doors, the iron-rich scent of blood, the muddy odor of wet concrete. There was nothing else here except human energy.
That could be attributed to Ken, but it also didn’t rule out the historical undead, whose energy read mostly human. By spending time around Jean Lafitte, I’d learned the slight variation between the auras of regular humans and that exuded by the famous immortals.
At least my time with the pirate hadn’t been for nothing.
“Okay if I go back to the bedroom?” I approached the guys, who were enthusiastically discussing carpet fibers.
“Sure,” Ken said. “Just don’t—”
I threw up my hands. “I know, don’t touch anything.”
He smiled at that, and it took a decade off his face. “Alex has said that to you a few times, I bet.”
Laughing, I walked down the hallway, avoiding the blood droplets on the polished wooden floors. I’d met Ken shortly after Katrina, when Alex and I had just become cosentinels and were posing as a couple. I’m not sure he’d ever learned our true relationship. Not that I could even define it these days. Friends on the way to being … something … maybe … or not.
Yeah, that relationship was complicated too.
I didn’t need to follow the bloody path to find the room where the murder had occurred; the stench of death led me to the second door on the right. The overhead lights had been left on, and thank God my stomach was empty so I was spared the humiliation of barfing at Ken’s crime scene.
A duvet covered in intricate gold and brown embroidery lay in a heap at the foot of the bed, exposing a bare mattress. The sheets and pillows were missing—probably covered in blood and brain matter and taken by the cops. The top third of the mattress was soaked a deep crimson, and the spatter of red on the wall resembled some horrible Rorschach test.
I went through my ritual again, filtering out extraneous sensory data, focusing on the room. Death, especially violent death, leaves behind a signature, but it was fading.
The human aura was stronger. The place had been covered with cops. But underneath it all, like the high-pitched whine of a mosquito that’s flown too close to one’s ear, the not-quite-human energy of a member of the historical undead swept across my skin.
Damn it. This wasn’t going to be Ken Hachette’s case. It was going to be mine.
Copyright © 2013 by Suzanne Johnson
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
AWESOME PARANORMAL SET IN NEW ORLEANS! LOVED IT!!!!! This was the 1st book I've read by Suzanne Johnson. This book was also my introduction to the Sentinels of New Orleans series. In spite of having not read the 1st two books in this series prior to reading this book, I was able to pick up the story and characters as I read. I caught myself laughing out loud quite a few times while reading it. This is an action-packed book! WARNING!!! IF you don't want to read any spoilers, skip the rest of this paragraph. DJ is working on perfecting her elven magical powers with the most annoying wizard ever and she's getting tired of rejecting advances made by her neighbor, Quince, who is supposed to be in love with her best friend, Eugenie. She's finding that she no longer wants to ignore her attraction to sexy, hunky Alex and she's investigating murders in New Orleans which seem to be committed by the famed Axeman. Thanks to a tip from the undead pirate Jean Lafitte, DJ knows that a necromancer is controlling the Axeman. However, now the Axeman is targeting DJ herself. How can she protect herself from the Axeman, and solve the murders? Whew! I was on the edge of my seat thru-out. I have never actually been to New Orleans but I have dreamed of visiting there; I felt like this book took me there! The setting of New Orleans post-Katrina was eerie, interesting and illuminating. Living in Florida, I fully relate to the devastation that hurricanes can render. Now I am also aware and won't forget about the historical undead and paranormal characters that may also be freed by the storm's energies. Yikes! I have now picked up the 1st two books as I am now hooked on The Sentinels of New Orleans series by Suzanne Johnson and I want to read more about how all these characters developed, especially DJ and Alex! Those who love the True Blood series could get their fix with this series when True Blood is off the air. If you like books that have an historical element, if you like paranormals, or just want a good book to settle down with on a sweltering or cold day, this is the perfect choice! EXCELLENT! 5 STARS!!!!!!
I quite liked the first two books in this series, Royal Street & River Road, though apparently I only remembered the broadest strokes of their plots, luckily the recaps were simply and efficiently done only where really necessary. It's hard to believe that it's been 10 years since Hurricane Katrina, the event that launched the series. In the book it's been a little over 3 years and the city is still in the rebuilding and readjusting to a new normal phase. While reading this book, I was reminded about why I liked DJ so much. She's not a TSTL herione, nor is she one that takes careless chances and has to be bailed out by someone else every time she turns around. Here is a heroine that most of the time gets advice and assistance in planning and executing any plans that could be dangerous. She knows her limitations and isn't afraid to ask for help. Shocking right? Add in the variety of characters, everything from the Historic undead, to vampire, to elf, to were, some with shockingly outrageous personalities and it's a wild ride. Even at over 350 pages, it seemed like a very quick read, keeping me glued to my screen and flipping pages quickly to find out what was going to happen next. I can't believe it took me this long to come back. I won't let it be that long again before I read the next book, Pirate's Alley. I gave this book 4 stars.
This is a good story. I enjoyed the story line and characters. I did wish for just a bit more interaction with New Orleans tho. Why set a book in such a wonderful city when you don't tell the reader anything about the city? Only teal issue causing 4 instead of 5 stars is that the middle portion of the book simply is like reading thru mud. It just drags with very little to add to the story. The book could be 275 pages from the 352 and not lose anything from the story.
Elysian Fields (Sentinels of New Orleans #3) by Suzanne Johnson Wizard/elf Drusilla Jaco(DJ) is a Sentinels of New Orleans. A necromancer has raised a 1918 serial murderer known as the Axeman, his target is DJ. Dru needs to discover why she is being targeted and who she can trust. I really enjoyed DJ’s character. She is very well-developed and likable. She is a strong heroine who will not give up. She’s not perfect, which makes her all the more believable and charming. She has a warm heart and is a good friend. I enjoy the relationship between enforcer/shapeshifter Alex Warin and Dru. For the past three years, they have been good friends. They are both afraid to ruin their relationship by taking things to the next level even though it is clear to most people around them that they should. I sympathized with Jake Warin, Alex's cousin/loup-garou. He struggles with the changes he has undergone due to the loup-garou virus and how it affects those around him. When I got this book that I didn’t realize was part of a series. I had no probable following it as a stand-alone. The plot is well done. There is a lot going on buts it is easy to follow. Elysian Fields had interesting conflicts between the varying groups/species. There is tons of action with never a dull moment. The world Suzanne Johnson created is original and interesting. Elysian Fields was a well-done urban fantasy. I would definitely go back and read the first two books and future books in the series. Complimentary copy provided by publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
This is a good third book. DJ is so unlucky when it comes to the supernatural world. Poor girl, there is an undead murderer being controlled and DJ is high on his list. What I like about these books is that it’s not predictable. I never know who’s causes all the trouble until right before we find out. Throughout the first half of the book DJ has the question of what’s going to happen to her after her encounter with Jake. Is she or isn't she? She also has the elves wanting to figure her out and what to do with her. They go about it in not a nice way. Finally we get the answer of who and what Quince aka Rand is. And he’s not just her friend’s creepy boyfriend. He’s someone that wants to help but only because he thinks it’ll help him out too in the long run. Really knowing him came in handy for her. FINALLY the relationship with Alex and DJ has taken a turn! I've been waiting for it since the first book! *I received this through NetGalley*
Entertaining. One of the few urban fantasy novelists who isn't boring.
Have you ever seen one of those Guinness World Record things where the goal is to try and fit as many people into a phone as physically possible? This book was exactly like that when it came to characters. Having a merry amount of complex characters with yen amount of history and titles can work if the plot is solid enough that the crowd of extras doesn't interfere with it. Unfortunately the main plot in this book was a little like a gopher in a hole. Sometimes peeking its head out, but more often than not it wasn't. The second half of the book was more on target and it finally felt as if the story about the infamous axe wielding murderer was coming along until it was interrupted by the other main storyline, which wasn't one when the book started by the way. Now, whilst that might sound a tad on a negative side I have to say that the author has an abundance of creativity and ideas. They just don't all have to take place in the same book at the same time. So in the second half DJ not only finds out what or who Rand is, she also makes a decision that will influence her work and love life. I think this series could be a lot stronger if the author has wee bit more focus and is able to channel all those great ideas in a more decisive way. I received a copy of this book via NetGalley.
I seriously don’t know where to start. This book was amazing. Each new part to this series always tops my expectations, as well as wows my brain, and leaves me in tingles and shocks and happiness! I mean, being a native of South Louisiana, though not New Orleans-I live on the other side of the south- I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that someone not only gets things right, but doesn’t make us out to be complete idiots, with a lack of education, and a complete misuse of hygiene products. LOL Yes, yes, we have those here, as you keep seeing on TV, but I swear most of us can speak without subtitles needed, well that is, until you make me mad, then I turn into one of those crazy talking people :) Anyways. Ms Johnson not only gets the scenes, and the sense of things right, she definitely has the weather right. :) She should, being she lived her a good bit :) PS, if you ever get the chance to go to a signing of her, GO, meet her, and give her a hug. She is the sweetest thing in the world, and as funny as her books are :) I’m going to talk DJ now. She is probably my most favorite female character, to date, above all. Seriously. I like her, ok maybe not more than Anita Blake- but as much- just in a different way. DJ is bad-ass, she just doesn’t know how much. Anita knows it, hell, she’s lived it a whole buncha times. Well, here we go. DJ not only becomes the target of one said serial killer, but has to deal with boyfriends-both wanted and unwanted, serial killers, crazy supernatural leaders, stupid wizards, hot mermen, a frantic best friend, all the while trying to cope with all the grief she’s been though in the last two books. I mean, really Ms. J, you give this poor girl some seriously hard times. I think I would have lost it, say, last book, midway through. But DJ just trudges on. And can I say a bullet would would completely incapacitate me, so I think DJ is also my new hero! But I am happy for her, and her “Team” pick. *sigh*. I am not sure how it’s going to continue, or how the hell they are going to keep from all the other crazies getting, well, crazy, but I had a BIG feeling it would turn out like it is right now. :) Well done, as usual. Let’s talk about all the HAWT MALE PIECES OF MEAT! I mean, really, all this hotness, I need some, so SHARE Ms J! LOL Alright, I start with Team Alex. Yeah, he’s still HAWT! He’s still gruff, and demanding, and controlling, BUT… GO DJ for putting him in his place and keeping his panties in a twist for the whole damn book! HA! I think I giggled several times in inappropriate times, because I knew if Alex could see what DJ was doing, he’d go nuts! I think Alex is becoming a serious contender for book boyfriend. I am still Team Jake, but Alex is definitely making the heart grow fonder. Now, I will say, Jean Lafitte, I am seriously impressed her. I was really really not expecting THAT PART, ya know, where my mouth dropped and I was left speechless. I will not tell you anything else, except that if you are Team JL, you will be utterly crazy, devastated, maybe shocked, and completely in love all over again. He even made me swoon, and I freaking understand his damn french. LOL I will say that I am totally rethinking how awesome Le Capitaine is :) Rene is totally awesome. He’s the crazy merman, who is always willing to fight to help DJ, just because he likes the action. He’s a total flirt, he’s funny, he’s blunt, and he’s a major favorite character of mine. :) I am SOOO glad he’s staying around, and he some awesome moments in here. I truly hope he stays for all the books to come :) And, now it’s my book boyfriends turn. Let’s talk Team Jake. *sigh* The story started out with so much goodness. The opening scene, she was with my favorite leading man, and Holy Hell, it went to crap in a few short moments. And by crap, I mean, inexplicable, crazy, OMG I can’t believe that just happened, my jaw is still on the floor, crap. Goodness Ms. J, you really were right when you warned me to be prepared where Jake was concerned. I am still a little speechless. I am not mad at him, like you said, I am more disappointed, and a little sad. I mean, what am I supposed to do now? :/ But…. I also had a feeling this was coming. Hell, maybe I could also move in with those two hotties, and they could keep me busy for a while. :) I will not even talk about Rand. I do not know what to say right now, except some extreme cuss words that are inappropriate, and will spoil everything for everyone. Ms J, way to totally go all crazy plot twist on me here. I expect that will come to bite someone on the butt very soon :) I never read this series when I will have to put them down. I KNOW I will not. I feel like I vacuumed this up. I was so entranced. I needed to know about everything, and you never know when someone was gunna shoot someone, have an ax swung at their head, somebody was gunna blow something up. Seriously awesome amounts of action. Plus, poor DJ seems to be the magnet for injuries, LOL Poor kid. The writing is flawless as always! There is nothing better than sitting down for a good book, and being immensely happy when you’re done. There isn’t much more for me to say, except WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR! This series is the series everyone should be checking out! There’s every kind of supernatural creature you could think of. A totally awesome amount of action that will give you a cardio workout. Plus, some good romance, cuz what’s New Orleans without a little romance :) Plenty of humor, or at least I giggle alot. And one of the best heroines ever written! GO NOW! GET IT! Wait, start with book one first LOL :) a MAGNIFICENT, WONDERFUL, SPECTACULAR, WHIRLWIND 5 PAWS!!!
Elysian Fields picks up with DJ where River Road left off, so if you have not read the other books in the series you may not understand emotions behind things or why characters act the way they do. DJ is such as fierce character, but after everything that has happened to her, in some ways I feel she is defeated, exhausted, and spent. Like so many things in life everything seems to come down to politics, and DJ just wants out. It is hard to do the review of a book in a series and not give anything away! Suffice it to say, DJ is a courageous and independent woman and a damn fine wizard. She has been singled out for different reasons and that brings the bad guys out of the word work, but along with the bad guys you get the very good looking good guys that vie for DJ’s attention. This book will help solve who she will end up with! Decisions will be made, New Orleans will be saved, and our hero will live to fight another day! Suzanne Johnson has built such an awesome and fantastic world of magic mixed with the mundane. I love the idea of the Sentinels and hope that the series is revisited through other characters. If you have not read any of the other books in this series, you need to! It combines the best parts of Urban Fantasy and Romance. You get a kick ass heroine, some dangerous and hot heroes and New Orleans! What more could you want!
This was my first introduction to DJ Jaco and I discovered a few wonderful things. First, Elysian Fields absolutely did stand on its own. Although I did go back and purchase the first two books in this series it was only because I wanted more. I was able to follow the story and there was no "catch up" to understand what has happened in a previous book in this seris. Second, DJ Jaco could give Sookie Stackhouse or Anita Blake a run for her money, less the man harem, though there is a few awesome alpha contenders for her affections. Elysian Fields was a marvelous paranormal read. This story was packed with unusual, witty and entertaining characters as well as a provocative mystery to keep me glued to the pages. I loved this story and am looking forward to more from Suzanne Johnson. I received this ARC copy of Elysian Fields from Macmillan-Tor/Forge in exchange for a honest review. This book is set for publication August 13, 2013. Written by: Suzanne Johnson Series: Sentinels of New Orleans Sequence in Series: 3 Hardcover: 352 pages Publisher: Tor Books Publication Date: August 13, 2013 ISBN-10: 0765333198 ISBN-13: 978-0765333193 Rating: 4.5 Genre: Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Mystery Age Recommendation: Adult
I don’t know how I missed out on this gem of a series, but I am so glad I found it. I started reading this book and about 10 pages in I wanted to go back and read the first two books. When I saw that the first book Royal Street was on sale for $2.99 that’s exactly what I did. Yes this is a stand alone novel, if you haven’t read anything else in the series you will be fine, but if you like this book go back and read the other two. I promise you won’t regret it. This series reminds me of the early Sookie Stackhouse mysteries, you know when they were still a fun fast read that didn’t leave you annoyed and frustrated. This book picks up a few weeks after River Road left off. There is still a ton of tension with DJ and Alex, and at one point I almost had it, almost. The mystery of Quince is finally resolved. The Elder’s are annoying as ever, and Jean Lafitte continues to entertain. DJ is coming into her own, while she still has a long way to go it is nice to see her grow. The book leaves off with plenty of mystery yet to be solved, but there is no cliffhanger here. As a matter of fact a lot of the issues of the past book’s are resolved opening the door for entirely new drama and shenanigans.