Given his line of work in the employ of a psychotic Brooklyn crime boss, Trent finds himself on the wrong end of too many bullets. Yet each time he’s killed, he wakes a few minutes later completely healed of his wounds but with no memory of his past identity. What’s worse, each time he cheats death someone else dies in his place.
Sent to steal an antique box from some squatters in an abandoned warehouse near the West Side Highway, Trent soon finds himself stumbling into an age-old struggle between the forces of good and evil, revealing a secret world where dangerous magic turns people into inhuman monstrosities, where impossible creatures hide in plain sight, and where the line between the living and the dead is never quite clear. And when the mysterious box is opened, he discovers he has only twenty-four hours to save New York City from certain destruction.
Dying is My Business was a great read featuring a disreputable guy who you couldn’t help rooting for by the end. Now, Trent didn’t mean for all those people to die…but it’s still his fault anyway. Because every time he dies, the physically closest person to him has the life sucked out of them and put into Trent – essentially bringing him back from the dead. Sounds like one awesome problem to have if you’re in the habit of getting killed.
Why does he bite the big one so often you might wonder…well because he works for a criminal douche bag who makes him do all sorts of dirty work, “collecting” things for him. Usually from the rightful people and places those things belong to. But he stays under this guy Underwood’s thumb in the hopes he might given him information about his own past. So, that is the second crappy thing about Trent’s life, he doesn’t know who he is, nor does he have any memories that go further back than a year.
When Trent is out on a job to retrieve a certain box and kill the people in possession of it he ends up getting rather fond of them instead. Especially a particular pointy eared damsel in distress by name of Bethany. Admittedly it took me awhile to warm up to Trent but I think that was due to the fact that he doesn’t really know who he is so his unique personality was a bit slower in showing itself.
There was a nice smattering of humor that readers will appreciate. This particular part gave me a few good snorts of laughter and is probably one of my favorite scenes.
If you like your urban fantasy with a healthy helping of your favorite creatures you won’t be disappointed. Dying is My Business is packed with gargoyles, yet also boasts a mage, necromancer, Black Night, werewolf, vampire and a few other people that I don’t have names for what they are.
More gargoyles, please? Yes!? Thank you!