Quite simply the worst book it has ever been my misfortune to read. Continual references to an adventure that only exists in the mind of one of the authors bored me rigid, whilst the plot, if that's what it really was, is more limp than a three week old lettuce. Prose that is so thick with verbosity that it's like the authors are playing a game to see who can write the most pompous paragraph. Vampires, Frisco,Volkswagon etc all collide to produce the sorriest excuse for wasting £5. At least the charity shop might appreciate it.