The Black Angel is not an object. The Black Angel is not a myth. The Black Angel lives.
A young woman goes missing from the streets of New York. Those who have taken her believe that nobody cares about her, and that no one will come looking for her. They are wrong. She is 'blood' to the killer Louis, the man who stands at the right hand of private detective Charlie Parker, and Louis will tear apart anyone who stands in the way of his attempts to find her.
But as Louis's violent search progresses, Parker comes to realize that the disappearance is part of an older mystery, one that is linked to an ornate church of bones in Eastern Europe, to the slaughter at a French monastery in 1944, and to the quest for a mythical prize that has been sought for centuries by evil men: the Black Angel.
Yet the Black Angel is more than a myth. It is conscious. It dreams. It is alive.
And men are not the only creatures that seek it . . .
Read MoreConnolly has virtually no match when it comes to chilling his readers. - Daily ExpressColourful but visceral grand guignol, and definitely not to be read at night. - GuardianA Gothic horror story and a well-paced thriller. John Connolly writes beautifully ... and his violent set pieces are satisfyingly exciting and vibrantly realised. - Myles McWeeney, Irish IndependentStylishly literate gore and terror - Kirkus Reviews There is a precision to the horrors that make them one of the few sequences to have found anything interesting to say about serial killers since Thomas Harris. - IndependentDark and powerful yet beautifully written - Big IssueGreat narrative talent packed with vivid scenes and sequences. An impressive feat of storytelling - Irish Times Weekend ReviewSatisfying and literate thrill ride - Evening Herald (Dublin)