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    Ink, by Hal Duncan (Books 2007, 3)

    So, The Book of All Hours is finished. And fine, fine stuff it is, too. This volume seems somehow more polished than the first , but perhaps not as exciting, as startling.

    The story is brought to a conclusion of sorts, but as you might expect, it’s ambiguous, open to interpretation. This is, of course, not a bad thing: in fact, I thoroughly approve.

    I’m not, though, going to try to give any details of it, or to explain what it ls about; just read it: it’s great.