Last volume of the trilogy of Malcom Macay. It includes almost inimitable course this style consists of short sentences, sometimes without verb, banal introspection of the characters of a cynicism so ordinary that it seems almost universal. The only sympathetic character is the killer, but we knew from previous volumes. The silver lining is that which remains his only friend before the epilogue. It is essential to read these three volumes, in order of preference. Of course the author, except to fall in the process many will struggle if he persists in writing Polars maintaining this style. This is somehow the price of the singularity.