It's like the Nightside books, except that nearly half of the weird stuff presented actually had a purpose! So, despite the fact that the protagonist spent more time congratulating himself for being clever and bad-ass than he did actually being clever or, y'know, halfway competent, I'll be looking for the sequel. Perhaps in that one the protagonist won't be so ridiculously overpowered that the text of every fight scene could be replaced by "OMG WE'RE GOING TO DIE -- but wait, I had this handy-dandy Save-The-Day-Device in my back pocket all along, so I never really had any reason to be panicked or even mildly alarmed." I know I sound disparaging, but it was so nice to be able to enjoy the plot of a Simon R. Green book again. (Seriously, his earliest stuff was so good -- what happened?)