Brooklyn Knight
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3.0 • 3 Ratings
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- $12.99
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- $12.99
Publisher Description
Professor Piers Knight is an esteemed curator at the Brooklyn Museum and is regarded by many on the staff as a revered institution of his own if not an outright curiosity. Knight's portfolio includes lost civilizations; arcane cultures, languages, and belief; and more than a little bit of the history of magic and mysticism.What his contemporaries don't know is that in addition to being a scholar of all things ancient he is schooled in the uses of magical artifacts, the teachings of forgotten deities, and the threats of unseen dangers.
If a mysterious object surfaces, Professor Knight makes it his job to figure it out--and make sure it stays out of dangerous hands.
A contemporary on an expedition in the Middle East calls Knight's attention to a mysterious object in the collection of the Brooklyn Museum … just before it becomes the target of a sorcerous attack that leads to a siege on a local precinct house by a fire elemental.
What looks like an ordinary inscribed stone may unlock an otherworldly Armageddon that certain dark powers are all too eager to bring about--and only Piers Knight stands in their way.
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PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Henderson's pulpy debut tries to cover up its flaws with a fast-paced narrative, but there's no hiding the emotionally distant characters, plot missteps and sketchy setting. Professor Piers Knight, a curator of paranormal artifacts at the Brooklyn Museum, is introducing his new summer intern, Bridget Elkins, to an incorrectly described New York City, when they are caught up in the efforts of astrally projected thieves, a fire elemental and a Syrian terrorist to steal the mysterious Dream Stone. Pyrotechnics abound, with a double climax featuring a military battle against a bigger elemental and a ghost-aided confrontation with interdimensional evil in Brooklyn's Green-Wood Cemetery. Stock characterizations, a multiply implausible plot and stilted faux Noo Yawk dialogue ("We're talkin' four goddamned dead bodies. Blown to mother-humpin' little gooey bits!") give a grade-C movie feel.
