Say what you like about the Collector books, they rattle along at a fair old click. I don’t think I’ve read anything so urgently plot-driven since, well, the last one. There are a few holes in said plot, but they flash by so fast that you don’t really get time to dwell on them. It opens with our hero Sam getting an assignment to kill Hitler and it just escalates from there.
But that level pattern here provides tempo, which is no bad thing. As I’ve said before, I don’t mind unoriginality as long as it’s done well. And it is; despite some final musings on free-will and the will of god these books are really all about pace and impact and atmosphere and Holm’s really getting into his groove here. This is my favourite book of the series so far and it seems plainly obvious that there’s room for more to come. I can’t say I’m not a little pleased by that. Not so sure about the Twilight references though.