I read this novel only once several years ago, but it's still one that stands out in my mind among the Anita Blake novels I've read. (17 and a half, since I gave up on the series mid-way through Flirt, though I thought the series long jumped the shark in the tenth book.) But this is still vintage Anita Blake, back when she was a snarky, tough take no prisoners necromancer and vampire hunter. Back when Jean-Claude was still ruthless and dangerous--and Richard the werewolf represented a chance at normalcy. And with Mr Oliver Anita found herself against one of her most memorable baddies. I still remember the spine-chilling moment when his nature and history was revealed. So, yes, I'd recommend this as a perfect Halloween read. But with the understanding that the series falls into the abyss with Narcissus in Chains. You can't say I didn't warn you.