Next up is Working For The Devil by Lilith Saintcrow. Which is brilliant. Loved it to death. If you'll excuse the expression. It's one of the most sensual books I've read for a long time, not in the sense that it's sexy - although it is - but in that it engages all the senses. Touch, taste, hearing, smell, sight; and not just for occasional effect but all the time, which is a considerable feat of imagination. It's a book that properly sees the world around it, and I can't remember finding a book like that before. Dante Valentine is a wonderful central character (with one of my all-time top-ten great names) and everyone else is really well-drawn, even the incidental characters. And it just rocks along. Lili, I regret to inform you that you've gained one rather wizened and grey Brit fanboy.