Martin Scott surely is one of those elusive yet brilliant authors. He is certainly more superior in comic fantasy than Andrew Harman or James Bibby, albeit he does share the latter's way of writing prose. But undeniably Scott is more closer to the writing of Robert Asprin in his MYTH Series than any miscellaneous author I know. For a time I had been awaiting the new MYTH tome, and it never came or eventuated. So I had to suffice it with broad reading--I went out and read eleven of Craig Shaw Gardner's twelve comic fantasies--and that did not particularly suffice either. And the publication of the next Pratchett tome was prolonged as was the next Tom Holt, so I investigated and came up with this novel and it was an utter scream. Not only does it have a scintillating protagonist, Thraxas, but his written relationship with quarter Orc, quarter Elf, half human woman Makri is one to make you laugh out raucously. Thraxas is one of those old and beloved hardboiled P.I.s you find in "film noir" that doesn't really abound much these days. Nevertheless, here is Thraxas a boisterous and brilliant Investigator, prone to utilizing all his resources of magic (or majick) and equally prone to being "as happy as a drunken mercenery." It is Makri who is somewhat more prone to contracting bouts of moodiness, and when this is mirrored onto Thraxas his reactions are easily understandable. Likewise his actions. The superb mysteries intertwined within each other--and there are three--are ineffably a masterwork, and closer to Terry Pratchett and Steven Saylor than any other comic fantasy authors. Thraxas is also extremely and irreverently witty, and the narrative is dolloped modestly with his ribald witticisms, and just plain gags. The fact that his best friend was detesting him, that he had been arrested twice in one day, that he was in lack of a beer, that he was suspected for two murders, and that he continued to recieve death threats right, left and centre incredibly moved me. And when the Hot Rainy Season did not abate I was about to shriek and that is how utterly well an author of Martin Scott's magnitude writes. I recommend it to any knowledgeable Pterry fans.