Just finished Cold Vengeance
Wh-
What.
Whaaaaaaaat.
Still alive. Bu-
Twins. Twins! As soon as Esterhazy delivered those fateful words, I had a hunch there was a twin. There's always a twin.
Corrie! Corrie came back! Wait don't go in there no it can't end like aaaaahhhh
I shed no tears over Ned, because I knew he was totally boned the second he showed up. A grisly end was only a matter of when. I mean, a reporter? Pshh. There is only room in my heart for one audacious journalist, and you ain't Bill, bucko.
What really got - gets - me is the fact Constance's illegitimate child is apparently still alive. But then why. Why would you fake. And confess to. What is the advantaged gained to being incarcerated. Pendergast was in on it the whole time. But.
What about Great Aunt Cornelia just happening to keel over dead, allowing Constance to take her place in Mount Mercy and subsequently circumvent the monstrous waiting list. How convenient. I have a theory about that, I still have a theory about that, but now I must also consider the possibility that maybe Pendergast was the one who orchestrated it.
Why does Constance want to be there. There as opposed to the seclusion of the mansion on Riverside Drive. Mount Mercy offers no significant benefit that I can readily discern.
I'm continuing to put a lot of weight on Crackpot Theory #1. "Am I really?" indeed. Another non-answer to a question one might assume to be obvious. Book, you are taunting me...
Hmmmmmm.
A dozen heavily-armed men versus Pendergast. Those poor, poor saps. So exciting!
Life-or-death action sequences in the beginning of books don't tend to be as thrilling to me, because Contractual Protagonist Immunity means nothing that bad is going to happen, and killing off the antagonist right away would put a stopper on the tension. You know they're going to survive, so the only mystery is how.
But when things near the end, those pulse-pounding endgame action sequences, and you begin to wonder "They wouldn't really kill off [X]... would they?" then that becomes genuinely thrilling!
Gyaaaaaa torture makes me squirm. Mutilation. Not quite as bad as the Eye Scream from two books ago, but.
So, the Big Bad of this trilogy reveals itself, if a horrifically evil conglomerate (as opposed to a an individual) can be referred to as such. Suddenly I'm getting Indiana Jones vibes.
N-Not the Battle Butler! That's just cold! :(
In a rather serendipitous fashion, my timer-operated fan shut off the exact second I read "took his breath away" or some such. That was cool. Just like when I was in a cafe, reading Good Omens, and "Ring of Fire" began playing over the speakers as soon as I reached that one scene, you know, with the bookstore...
P.S. Pendergast trashing Esterhazy's priceless artwork, corking his wines and walking off with the choicest vintage while leaving a five dollar bill as partial compensation was utterly magnificent. Please go mildly berserk more often, Pendergast. I do so love it when you are cleverly petty and vindictive.
In other news, I managed to contain myself after solving only 25 puzzles last night. I have a bit of a Picross problem.
What.
Whaaaaaaaat.
Still alive. Bu-
Twins. Twins! As soon as Esterhazy delivered those fateful words, I had a hunch there was a twin. There's always a twin.
Corrie! Corrie came back! Wait don't go in there no it can't end like aaaaahhhh
I shed no tears over Ned, because I knew he was totally boned the second he showed up. A grisly end was only a matter of when. I mean, a reporter? Pshh. There is only room in my heart for one audacious journalist, and you ain't Bill, bucko.
What really got - gets - me is the fact Constance's illegitimate child is apparently still alive. But then why. Why would you fake. And confess to. What is the advantaged gained to being incarcerated. Pendergast was in on it the whole time. But.
What about Great Aunt Cornelia just happening to keel over dead, allowing Constance to take her place in Mount Mercy and subsequently circumvent the monstrous waiting list. How convenient. I have a theory about that, I still have a theory about that, but now I must also consider the possibility that maybe Pendergast was the one who orchestrated it.
Why does Constance want to be there. There as opposed to the seclusion of the mansion on Riverside Drive. Mount Mercy offers no significant benefit that I can readily discern.
I'm continuing to put a lot of weight on Crackpot Theory #1. "Am I really?" indeed. Another non-answer to a question one might assume to be obvious. Book, you are taunting me...
Hmmmmmm.
A dozen heavily-armed men versus Pendergast. Those poor, poor saps. So exciting!
Life-or-death action sequences in the beginning of books don't tend to be as thrilling to me, because Contractual Protagonist Immunity means nothing that bad is going to happen, and killing off the antagonist right away would put a stopper on the tension. You know they're going to survive, so the only mystery is how.
But when things near the end, those pulse-pounding endgame action sequences, and you begin to wonder "They wouldn't really kill off [X]... would they?" then that becomes genuinely thrilling!
Gyaaaaaa torture makes me squirm. Mutilation. Not quite as bad as the Eye Scream from two books ago, but.
So, the Big Bad of this trilogy reveals itself, if a horrifically evil conglomerate (as opposed to a an individual) can be referred to as such. Suddenly I'm getting Indiana Jones vibes.
N-Not the Battle Butler! That's just cold! :(
In a rather serendipitous fashion, my timer-operated fan shut off the exact second I read "took his breath away" or some such. That was cool. Just like when I was in a cafe, reading Good Omens, and "Ring of Fire" began playing over the speakers as soon as I reached that one scene, you know, with the bookstore...
P.S. Pendergast trashing Esterhazy's priceless artwork, corking his wines and walking off with the choicest vintage while leaving a five dollar bill as partial compensation was utterly magnificent. Please go mildly berserk more often, Pendergast. I do so love it when you are cleverly petty and vindictive.
In other news, I managed to contain myself after solving only 25 puzzles last night. I have a bit of a Picross problem.