This is the last Hithcock Sewell book that Cockey wrote so far. It felt a bit "réchauffé" for me. Recycled. The magic is not there completely, neither are the lovable, strange characters that live in that universe. Maybe it's because there was a noticeable lack of Julia in that book. She's only there for an handful of scenes and even then she's only there as background. The plot is okay, a little ordinary for Sewell even. The series ends on a whipper which is a little sad.