A talking dragon head and the Spawn of Frankenstein are two of the stranger allies the Drood’s find here, and some good advice is, “if you see any kobolds, leave them alone!” From Hell With Love introduces the Drood’s arch-enemies, the Immortals. As Eddie explains it, “the Man from U.N.C.L.E. had to contend with the agents of THRUSH. James Bond had SPECTRE. So it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me, that a family as ancient and powerful as mine might have its very own dark shadow...”
I thought the mystery here was better than in previous volumes of the series, but the shape-shifting subterfuge was a bit overused. The biggest complaint was the ending, which is one of the more blatant cliffhangers I’ve ever seen. “"I’m sorry. There’s no pulse. No heartbeat. He’s not breathing. We’ve lost him." And then—” Considering when I read this the next volume hadn’t hit the shelves yet, this was maddening!
In the secret agent business, no one is necessarily who or what they say they are.
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