Andrew Vachss has reinvented detective fiction for an age in which
guilty secrets are obsolete and murder isn't even worth a news headline.
And in the person of his haunted, hell-ridden private eye Burke, Vachss
has given us a new kind of hero: a man inured to every evil except the
kind that preys on children. Now Burke is back, investigating an
epidemic of apparent suicides among the teenagers of a wealthy
Connecticut suburb. There he discovers a sinister connection between the
anguish of the young and the activities of an elite sadomasochistic
underground, for whom pain and its accompanying rituals are a source of
pleasure and power. "[Vachss's] short sharp sentences crackle with
energy; his plots are satisfyingly elaborate; the narratives are
beautifully paced, and the characters . . . are always pungently
individual." -- Chicago Sun-Times "The characters and events are as
sharply defined as if they were etched in steel. The prose is short and
choppy, like the ticking of a time bomb about to explode." -- Seattle
Post-Intelligencer