This is the only Cornwell book I have read and I found it very poor and at times incomprehensible. For instance the Werewolf is supposed to be blind, but is still able to do brilliant calligraphy. Meandering disjointed plot, and a ridiculous sudden ending, almost like the author had reached her contractual page count and had had enough and so terminated it all abruptly. I doubt if I'd bother to read another. In fact I wasn't even sure if P. Cornwell was a real person or just for a fictitious name thought up by a committee that cranked out this kind of fiction because it reminded so much of the style of the one Dean Koontz I've read, but according to Wiki she does exist, which makes it even stranger that this book was so bad. I was very disappointed with this book because I had expected a lot more and had been led to believe she was really good.