title: Nightingale's Lament (Nightside, Book 3)
author:  Simon R. Green 
description: John Taylor has just solved the mystery of two friends' deaths when he is called to another case. Charles Chabron wants Taylor to contact his daughter, Rossignol (French for <i>nightingale)</i>, a young singer who has fallen under the sway of the ruthless Cavendishes, a husband-and-wife management team. Rossignol used to sing upbeat, happy songs, but now her set is so melancholy that people leave her show and commit suicide. After visiting Rossignol at the Goth club Caliban's Cavern, where she performs nightly, Taylor knows something is wrong. When he goes to the Cavendishes' management company, a pair of somnambulists beat him mercilessly, leaving him near death and with no one to turn to but Pew, an old enemy. With the help of Dead Boy, a deceased mugging victim who now fights criminals, Taylor tries to locate the Cavendishes' former protege, Sylvia Sin, and find a way to rescue Rossignol from the couple's clutches. The latest installment in Green's Nightshade series is a delight--exciting, action packed, truly suspenseful. <i>Kristine Huntley</i><br><i>Copyright &#169; American Library Association. All rights reserved</i>
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  ## HALL-MARKED. A SATIRIC TRIFLE
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
      
  
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  [HERSELF, dripping wet, comes running along the verandah,
  
  
    
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