TWENTY-THREE STORIES UP AND ALL I could see out the windows was grey smog. They could call it the City of Angels if they wanted to, but if there were any angels out there, they had to be flying blind.

That's the opening paragraph from Laurell K. Hamilton's A Kiss of Shadows. Her Anita Blake vampire hunter novels kinda suck (generic paranormal detective stuff), but these faerie novels she puts out every few years kick ass. Lots of sex with biting and stuff. Strange obsession with clothes though, comes from living where we live I suppose.