After saving his family (which kinda hates his guts) from an evil god, Eddie Drood, aka Shaman Bond, has found himself with the worst job ever: being in charge of the family business, which is basically the world’s biggest network of spies, devoted to policing the supernatural world. Sure, his girlfriend, Molly, will happily turn anyone who disagrees with him into toads, or teleport their clothes to another dimension if they won’t shut up and listen to him, but that only helps the migraine a bit. Then there’s Harry. Eddie may or may not have had to kill Harry’s father during that mess a while back, and Harry may or may not want Eddie’s head on a platter for it. It doesn’t help that Eddie’s new best friend, Roger, is a half-demon who used to date Molly. It was a bad break up. Possibly because Roger tried to sell Molly’s soul to hell.
Then there’s the people he doesn’t live with. The outside world seems to have gotten the idea that the Droods, having recently had a power shift, just might be a touch vulnerable. As half the Droods’ power comes from the fact that most are too scared to try anything, this should be addressed before cities start randomly disappearing into other dimensions. Eddie’s bright idea, then, is to bring in a few friends the family may not quite approve of to whip them into shape, and then go wipe out a few Big Bads. Except the Big Bads they went after ended up just being the real Big Bad’s pinky finger. And then things got messy.’
The second Shaman Bond book isn’t nearly as much of a rip on the James Bond franchise as the first, but the elements are definitely still there. Mostly, it’s your normal Simon R. Green book. Witty, badass people being very witty and badass while Green makes everything imaginable canon. And I do mean everything. I don’t think, however, that anyone really reads Green for the plot, no matter how entertaining the plot may be. No, people read Green for when he does things like