Lex is a teenage Grim Reaper with the power to Damn souls, and it’s getting out of control. She’s a fugitive, on the run from the maniacal new mayor of Croak and the townspeople who want to see her pay the price for her misdeeds. Uncle Mort rounds up the Junior Grims to flee Croak once again, but this time they’re joined by Grotton, the most powerful Grim of all time. Their new mission is clear: Fix his mistakes, or the Afterlife will cease to exist, along with all the souls in it.
The gang heads for Necropolis, the labyrinth-like capital city of the Grimsphere. There, they discover that the Grimsphere needs a reboot. To do that, the portals to the Afterlife must be destroyed…but even that may not be enough to fix the damage. Things go from bad to worse, and when at last the fate of the Afterlife and all the souls of the Damned hang in the balance, it falls to Lex and her friends to make one final, impossible choice.
A fun conclusion to a great series, Damico hits all the marks I had hoped she would with this finale. The conclusion was epic, the reveals were surprising, and the death toll was high. But most of all she took a story that could have become a real bummer and kept it funny.
This quirky series was very different from 98% of the paranormal YA out there. Instead of vying for the already well covered intense romance angle, Damico went the humor route. She took a series about Grimm reapers and made up a very Hogsmede type village to set it in. Then she filled it with an array of delinquent teens and assorted adults and let them run amok. Woven into this chaos was an intriguing story which made an interesting and well paced trajectory for a three part series. I say this like it's a novel thing, because, sadly, it often is in a series these days.
If I had to pick one thing that made this series for me, I would have to say it was Damico's odd sense of humor. It's silly, irreverent, and undoubtedly odd, but it works unbelievably well. It really sets the tone of the book, and I suspect, like Christopher Moore, it will become a stylised thing her writing is known for. Certainly I can't picture her writing without it.
That French exchange led to a very different kind of French exchange, one that went on for several minutes and resulted in much slobber coating each other's faces, as they both kept trying to insert all the unsaid things they'd been wanting to say to each other- since now, evidently was the perfect time to do so.
"I lovf you," Lex said, her tongue halfway out of her mouth.
"I uve you koo," Driggs replied, his teeth otherwise occupied.
"I don't even care that you're a freak now. Doesn't change a thing."
"And I don't even care that it's partially your fault." Horniness had given them both the gift of bluntness, it seemed. "Got that? Please don't sweat it anymore. We're cool."
"Yeah. Does this bra open from the front or the back?"
"Back. And you're sure nothing hurts at all? I mean, your hair's still soaking wet. Think it'll be that way forever?"
Off flew his shirt, which landed on an outstretched arm of the ceiling fan. "Beats me. God, is there a padlock on this thing?"
"It's not rocket science, Driggs. It's a bra."
"It's a Rubik's cube of diabolical proportions, is what it- ha! Suck it, evil underwear!" Triumphant, he flung the unfastened conundrum across the room, where it gracefully sailed to a resting place atop the head of-
"There's that pesky light switch!" Unlce Mort blared as he swept into the room, bathing the half-naked forms of Lex and Driggs in a harsh, unforgiving light.
The ceiling fan turned on as well, as if happy to be invited to the party.
Mortified, Lex and Driggs fumbled with the blankets to cover themselves, but they mostly succeeded only in poking each other in the eye. "Please, carry on," Uncle Mort said, calmly placing his bag on the lower mattress as the futile attempts at modesty continued above. "I believe you were discussing my niece's undergarments." He held up the bra in question, which Lex snatched out of his hand from beneath the covers, allowing a whole bevy of swear words to escape.
Drigg's shirt continued to swirl on the ceiling fan above, a festive little carousel amid the carnival of embarrassment.
An enjoyable romp of a story, if you haven't read the first two parts yet, then I suggest you add them to your teetering pile of future reads.
Rogue, by Gina Damico
Published by Graphia, 2013
My copy kindly provided by the publisher