The Torchwood Assessor is awake. What can be so bad that Agnes Havisham has been roused from her cryogenic slumber? After all she wasn’t awoken when Torchwood One fell.
Now with alien coffins floating in the bay and a ravenous oil slick that intends to consume to all life to contend with, Jack, Ianto and Gwen really don’t need the added stress of the smug and supercilious Agnes.
This was a very good book. It had a nice alien threat and pitch black comedy. The cover art is wonderful too.