Alexia Tarabotti, the Lady Woolsey, awakens in the wee hours of the mid-afternoon to find her husband, who should be decently asleep like any normal werewolf, yelling at the top of his lungs. Then he disappears - leaving her to deal with a regiment of supernatural soldiers encamped on her doorstep, a plethora of exorcised ghosts, and an angry Queen Victoria.
But Alexia is armed with her trusty parasol, the latest fashions, and an arsenal of biting civility. Even when her investigations take her to Scotland, the backwater of ugly waistcoats, she is prepared: upending werewolf pack dynamics as only the soulless can.
She might even find time to track down her wayward husband, if she feels like it.This was a re-read (for the fourth or fifth time at this point) for me, but I wanted to read it because I just finished Heartless last week, and I wanted to go back and review Madam Lefoux.
As usual, this was a humdinger of a book. I enjoyed seeing a little into Conall's history, which was made all the more powerful after reading Heartless. Alexia is in fine form with her humor and sarcasm, and Ivy is oblivious as ever. My favorite character, Lefoux, was introduced in this book, and she was just as adorable and winning as I remember.
Books completed 23/40