What I should have thought, and what I would have thought had I not been paralyzed by technophobia, is 'If an email fails to appear, check your spam filter.' So all's well that ends well, but the whole process makes me wibbly.
All that 'arcane knowledge of London' I was promised in 61 Nails, where is it? Why, here on p.200, finally, after hapless heroes called Rabbit and teasing part-Fae female shapeshifters and needs-an-editor redundancy and explanations that don't explain and non-sequitur dialogue and The Evil
61 Nails has a first-person narrator, as indeed does McLeod's Cold Bloody Bores, which reinforces just how much the Peter Grant books work by virtue of being narrated by Peter Grant, that rarest of creatures, a likable central character. Even if he's a bit smart-alec and buoyantly self-confident, he has manners (because he has an African mother) and an engaging curiosity, and when he sulks or feels ill-used he does it with sardonic distance from himself. There need to be more people like him, in RL as much as in books.
(Oh thank you LJ, the drop-down tag menues and preview buttons are back.)
