If, like the proverbial cat, Adrian Hell had nine lives, he’d have used most of them up in this book. I don’t know how many more catastrophic seriously deadly situations the guy could possibly get out of. For a man who says he doesn’t believe in God, he manages to use the name of the Lord in vain quite a bit; that’s a big turn off in my book, and apparently he believes in the devil but the author doesn’t seem to realize that evil’s existence isn’t possible without its opposite also existing. There’s humor in the character, which I liked, but the character is so contradictory that I could never really become all that interested in him. Narration was okay but his accents could use some work.