I've finished Crimes Against Magic by Steve McHugh. I can understand why some people might like the series, since the book was fast-paced and full of things -- mostly very violent things -- happening, but it wasn't for me. Minor issues of poor proof-reading and editing for the American market (despite being written by an English author, set mainly in England and populated by English-inhabiting if not English-by-birth characters) set my teeth on edge a little, though I coped, but I found the plot involved but not involving, the characters one-dimensional and mostly unpleasant (even the good guys seem borderline psychopaths), the writing basic and unimaginative, and any research into the reality of life in C15th France must have been of the most perfunctory kind. Disappointing.
I'm hoping for better things with Gateway by Frederik Pohl, reissued under the SF masterworks banner, which has already hooked me after only a few pages. And for some lighter fare, I've moved away from genre and picked up Ode to a Banker by Lindsey Davis, part of her Falco series set in Ancient Rome, which isn't gripping me to the same extent but has an enjoyable and witty voice.