How I Could Lick The Nightside Series & Make It Mine by Julie
TODAY’S BREW: Godawful Walmart stuff. I think it’s Cheese flavored or something.
“You can chase every dream you ever had in the Nightside if it doesn’t end up chasing you.”
You guys have no idea what I read, and that’s not fair. Turns out, I just now finished the last in a series by my favorite author, Simon R. Green. And when I say he is my favorite author, I mean I would wash his dishes and probably pocket some crumbs. I would dig in his trash, much like I do to Sir Chuck Wendig’s, but I wouldn’t dare joke about it.
Simon R. Green is the Master Creator of the incredible Nightside series. The Nightside is an underground macabre world in the heart of London where it is always 3 in the morning and is the home to man, monster and gods that can’t sate their horrible appetites or live with themselves in the daylight. We mingle with characters like Razor Eddie, Punk God of the Straight Razor, The Collector, Lilith, Shotgun Suzie, and Walker, the man who runs the Nightside with a Voice that no one can refuse. (My absolute favorite character we meet for only a short time; Jessica Sorrow, the Unbeliever, who suffered so horribly in life that she stopped believing in the world, and can unmake you just by looking at you.)
The world of the Nightside is rich and full of ghastly places and objects sought after and frequented by the worst of the worst for various reasons, and our hero, John Taylor, private eye is smack in the middle of all of it, feared by all and loved by a few. John has a Gift for finding things, everything from the hidden doors out of the most volatile living houses to the one thing that will destroy immortals from the inside out. He backs up the reputation that has people and things running from him in the streets with a sarcasm-infused confidence and ability to bluff, but he has a heart of gold that loves the wretched Nightside and its lost souls.
I fell in love with Agents of Light and Darkness first, and ate up all twelve Nightside novels as fast as Simon could write them. (In my mind, I call him Simon, and he kisses me on the cheek sometimes.) That first novel had such a dark twist on the overdone angel image, making them capable of such terrible things, that I instantly fell in love with Green’s writing style and mind. He’s often compared to Jim Butcher, but hate to tell you all, Green could wipe the bathroom floor with Butcher any day of the week. All due respect, of course.
Not far behind my adoration of John Taylor and the Nightside series is my crush on Eddie Drood of the ancient Drood family series, but that is for another time. For now, do as I tell you, go out and buy all of the Nightside novels and thank me in the morning if it comes.