I've read this novel a few times over the decades. Why? Because, like the definition of insanity, I hope each time I get a different result. I don't, of course. This just isn't a real Shadow novel. Now it ain't as bad as the Elliott stuff or the series that this kicked off. It's just not what I've come to expect when it comes to a Gibson story. The cover art is nice enough. Very of it's time trying to be pulpy. But none of it rings true. At least to me. Others may very much enjoy catching up with this, the last full length novel Gibson penned of this, the greatest pulp character of all time.
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