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If you - by chance - happen to have caught my recent reads meme back in February, you probably know that I'm a fan of C. L. Wilson's Tairen Soul series.
Today I stumbled across On the Edge by Ilona Andrews, which nearly made me miss my train station (luckily the train ends there ;) ). Other than I.A.s Magic series, which wasn't exactly my cup of tea (in fact, had I recalled her as the author of that one, I probably wouldn't have picked it up), On the Edge gribbed me from page 1. It's a fast-paced, dark-humored, plot-driven 3rd person tale in which the romance is a fitting element to the structure (not the other way round as happens in most fantasy romance stories).
The style of writing and the plot details remind me a lot of what I love about C.L. Wilson's books. And the humor is darker - like L.K. Hamilton's early Anita Blake books (those before the series descended into utter porn after book 4) - without being needlessly gory in description.
If you wonder about a soft-hearted child necromancer (who's yet to accept that death serves a purpose), about zombie-gramps living in the shed (and getting drunk on dog brains), and the utter discomfort of a fantasy noble lord (used to swords, weapons, and magic) being forced to shop at Wal-Mart (yes, normal Wal-Mart - world-structure believable!) this is a book to take up (but probably not on a commuter train).
Only repercussion: just one book (so far?).
Today I stumbled across On the Edge by Ilona Andrews, which nearly made me miss my train station (luckily the train ends there ;) ). Other than I.A.s Magic series, which wasn't exactly my cup of tea (in fact, had I recalled her as the author of that one, I probably wouldn't have picked it up), On the Edge gribbed me from page 1. It's a fast-paced, dark-humored, plot-driven 3rd person tale in which the romance is a fitting element to the structure (not the other way round as happens in most fantasy romance stories).
The style of writing and the plot details remind me a lot of what I love about C.L. Wilson's books. And the humor is darker - like L.K. Hamilton's early Anita Blake books (those before the series descended into utter porn after book 4) - without being needlessly gory in description.
If you wonder about a soft-hearted child necromancer (who's yet to accept that death serves a purpose), about zombie-gramps living in the shed (and getting drunk on dog brains), and the utter discomfort of a fantasy noble lord (used to swords, weapons, and magic) being forced to shop at Wal-Mart (yes, normal Wal-Mart - world-structure believable!) this is a book to take up (but probably not on a commuter train).
Only repercussion: just one book (so far?).
