One of Eddie’s support and assistance characters who Eddie under-appreciated dies, causing emotional fallout and brief contemplative moments. There are enough decent set-pieces to justify this book’s existence and it is surprisingly decent. But yet again no destiny shaping decisions are made and Eddie’s rabidity and general loutishness are chillingly unchanged. There are no ominous showdowns of will and no moral horror to match the moment earlier in the series when the original source of the Drood’s power was revealed.
There is bad intent and portentousness, no mortal danger just petty disputes. Somehow we’re meant to overlook that supposedly responsible adult Eddie is a twisted man with a talent for hurting and that Molly is the worst human being you could ever imagine. Eddie doesn’t do reflective rumination for long and I wish Green would do something with the ominous groundwork he keeps laying and never doing anything with.
“Droods are trained to win.”
“Staring back at me, with intent.”
“Butt out, hippy,”
“They do seem to be very angry indeed.”
“Such questions were pointless, but could only be used against you if they were spoken."