You'll pry my books off my cold, dead body. By the time you shift them all I'll be flat and dessicated.
Two years ago, Matthew Swift died.
Our story begins when he comes back to life. A stranger has rented his apartment, he has no money or identification, and it turns out that all his friends have been horribly murdered in the interim.
A lot of this book is descriptive, and although this sometimes dragged from a readerly point of view it fit perfectly with the way magic is envisioned by Griffin. Also, her love of London was obvious, which gave appeal to what would otherwise have been tediously extensive passage of urban description. Griffin really captures the energy of cities; in fact, this book actually made me rather sad because I miss living in the city.