A quick, fun novella where a necklace made by dwarves starts strangling people, and Kate has to sort it out. At this point, I don't care who's writing or what story it's in: wearing dwarf jewellery seems like a bad, bad idea. Does it ever turn out well? It seems like one bare step below accepting food from fairies, and it very clearly belongs in the "no thank you" basket.

Admittedly, the wearer here doesn't get much of a choice. He's seven years old and his mum's willing to be rid of him so on the necklace goes, poor little kid. Luckily for Roderick, some sympathetic shapeshifters and some in-it-for-themselves-but-still-willing-to-team-up vampires are on the case, and no surprises, there's a happy ending for him. Andrews can get pretty grim in these books, but they're yet to end with the murder of a primary schooler, so that's something. I will say, though, I'd like to see a spin-off novella or something about Dr. Doolittle, who is a consistently welcome ray of sanity every time he turns up.