Beware the blade.
Louis is an assassin, one of the last of the Reapers, a syndicate of killers feared by all. He is invulnerable, untouchable.
Or so he once believed. But now Louis and his partner Angel have themselves become targets.
On the northern frontier, in a town lost to maps, Louis has walked into a trap that can only have been set by another Reaper. Powerless, hunted, he must turn to the only man who can save him: the private investigator named Charlie Parker . . .
‘Utterly compelling’
Irish Times
‘An absolute slam-bang finale’
Independent on Sunday
Louis is an assassin, one of the last of the Reapers, a syndicate of killers feared by all. He is invulnerable, untouchable.
Or so he once believed. But now Louis and his partner Angel have themselves become targets.
On the northern frontier, in a town lost to maps, Louis has walked into a trap that can only have been set by another Reaper. Powerless, hunted, he must turn to the only man who can save him: the private investigator named Charlie Parker . . .
‘Utterly compelling’
Irish Times
‘An absolute slam-bang finale’
Independent on Sunday
Reviews
Author on blood-chilling form.
It's a must-read for fans of Connolly, offering a rare insight into the background of the slightly dark and dangerous duo who have featured in this series, where death and demons go hand-in-hand.
Utterly compelling tale of mystery and imagination . . . A supernatural western set among an elite cadre of samurai-style contract killers and the most purely entertaining novel Connolly has written.
This painstaking recreation of realistic settings sets the former journalist's works of fiction apart from many of his contemporaries.
Fans of Connolly's work will be aware of Angel and Louis, two shadowy assassins, and this new Charlie Parker novel explores their back-story, set against their encounter with Bliss, the killer of killers.
Readers will be delighted with the return of Connolly's greatest creation, Charlie Parker.
Connolly's compulsive plot ensures that the bloody narrative never descends into a mindless gore-fest, but matures into a gripping tale of friendship and revenge.
As ever with Connolly, the macabre narrative is couched in prose that is often allusive and poetic . . . Refreshingly, Connolly has always resisted repeating himself, and the plot trajectory is strikingly innovative. The Reapers affords unusually bracing doses of Stygian delights.
Connolly is a unique talent.
Connolly's compulsive plot ensures that the bloody narrative never descends into a mindless gore-fest, but matures into a gripping tale of friendship and revenge.
As ever with Connolly, the macabre narrative is couched in prose that is often allusive and poetic . . . Refreshingly, Connolly has always resisted repeating himself, and the plot trajectory is strikingly innovative. The Reapers affords unusually bracing doses of Stygian delights.
Connolly is a unique talent.
Connolly's compulsive plot ensures that the bloody narrative never descends into a mindless gore-fest, but matures into a gripping tale of friendship and revenge.
As ever with Connolly, the macabre narrative is couched in prose that is often allusive and poetic . . . Refreshingly, Connolly has always resisted repeating himself, and the plot trajectory is strikingly innovative. The Reapers affords unusually bracing doses of Stygian delights.
Connolly is a unique talent.
