This is the follow-up to Anna Dressed in Blood, which I enjoyed immensely last week. The second book was good, but I have to admit, not as good as the first. Some of the plot was very flimsy, as well as some of the characterization (what was the point of Carmel’s flipflopping??). The end was a bit too neat for me as well. On the other hand, it had some really great imagery in several scenes (Riika!), very visceral stuff, and I loved the way Blake mixed Dante, ancient mythology, and Japan together to get a very interesting stretch of woods. I enjoyed the book, over all. Just not as much as the first one.