Moonbreaker

There are stories about heroes who fight to save the world, and then there are stories about heroes who fight knowing the world may go on without them. Moonbreaker belongs firmly in the second category. Eddie Drood—secret agent, supernatural troubleshooter, last line of defense against things that would make ordinary people run screaming—is dying, poisoned with no cure in sight. What he has left is purpose: find the man responsible and stop him from doing it to anyone else. That premise gives the novel an urgency that never lets up, threading genuine emotional weight through action sequences that span dimensions, forgotten museums, and the hidden heart of the Moon itself.

Simon R. Green has spent eleven books perfecting a very specific kind of storytelling: fast, sardonic, densely imaginative, and oddly warm beneath all the mayhem. Moonbreaker delivers that voice at full throttle. Green packs ideas into single paragraphs that other writers would stretch into chapters, yet the momentum never feels rushed. The banter between Eddie and Molly gives the book its heart, and Green's gift for invention—each new location stranger and more vivid than the last—keeps the pages turning long past any reasonable stopping point.