Well, now that Dexter is the darling, doting daddy of Lily Anne, his newborn daughter, his psyche is taking more of a turn for the normal. After all, not only is he married, but he has a child now. Could anything be more human than that? So, Dexter is even feeling human emotion, at times, which is somewhat trying to his Dark Passenger, who yearns to get out and play. Of course, Dexter would not be Dexter, if there were not a situation that required his specific skill set.
When Dexter, a blood splatter expert, becomes involved at the behest of his detective sister with the disappearance of two teenage girls, all hell breaks loose. What Dexter discovers is not just an ordinary group of Goths with a vampire fetish, drinking blood, but a secret cabal of cannibals, ready and eager to devour human flesh.
Once again, Dexter is captivating. With sardonic humor and self-deprecating wit, he is quite amusing, even when faced with life and death decisions. Alas, his detective sister has become less so. In fact, as a character, I now find her one dimensional and downright tiresome. She is a one note joke, adding a discordant note to the book, as she has become unlikable. This is a shame, as she is a tie to Dexter's mentor, Harry, who enshrined the code by which Dexter and his Dark Passenger live.
Still, the book is enjoyable, overall, and fans of Dexter will not be disappointed. Readers will turn the last page of this book and find themselves eagerly awaiting the next book in the series.