Synopsis: John Taylor is not a private detective per se, but he has a knack for finding lost things. That’s why he’s been hired to descend into the Nightside, an otherworldly realm in the center of London where fantasy and reality share renting space and the sun never shines.
“The harsh, unyielding reality of having to compromise your ideals bit by bit, day by day, just to achieve a few little victories in the face of the world’s malice, or indifference. Until sometimes you wonder if there’s nothing left of you but the shell of the man you intended to be, just going through the motions because you’ve nothing better to do.”
This is a series I’ve been wanting to sink into for years now. I’ve got the first 9 (!!!) books & finally, FINALLY decided to see what it was all about. I’ve been missing Miriam Black like crazy & wanting to get into more urban fantasy. They tend to be such delicious bite-sized morsels of storytelling. The equivalent of a fun blockbuster movie, essentially. I need that during the holidays! I’ve been devouring such massive fantasy novels & with the crazy busy month of December.. my reading pace has been fucking glacial.
In the first installment, we meet John Taylor, a detective. He was born in the Nightside, which is an absolutely bonkers city that is.. well.. it’s a pretty fucked up place to live! The Nightside is the dark, secret underworld of London. It’s always night there. In fact, it’s always 3am. Dawn never comes. Life, death & reality are all flexible concepts in Nightside. Literally anything goes there. It’s filled with bleak, strange, seedy characters.
John left the Nightside 5 years ago & is lured back for a dame.. er.. a job. A job for a client that intrigues him. Makes him a little hot under the collar, if you will. Her teenage daughter is missing & she wants him to track her down. You see, John has a gift. He is able to find lost or hidden things, things that don’t necessarily want to be found.
“The quiet was getting on my nerves. It just wasn’t natural, to be so completely quiet. This was the quiet of the tomb. Of the grave. It had an almost anticipatory quality, as though somewhere off in the darkest and deepest of the shadows, something was watching, and waiting, and biding its time to attack. The city might be empty, but that didn’t mean the night was.”
This felt like the love child of Dick Tracy & Farscape.. which I AM SO HERE FOR!!
Part crime noir, part grim fantasy.. Something from the Nightside was unabashedly pulpy. Just an easy, enjoyable read. It’s a worthy introduction to a series that has lasted a shit ton of years. I’m glad to have so many of the books to keep on with. It feels like a series that will continue to grow & expand on an interesting story.