It’s raw. Very raw. I’d say practically unedited (alternately, so well edited you can’t tell), and that is precisely what we need in a world of over-sanitised books. It’s only as you read a book like Gillian Philip’s Wolfsbane, that it becomes obvious how much editorial input most novels have these days.
It’s fantastic! If I don’t get to read the next – the fourth and final – instalment of Rebel Angels soon, I’m going to scream. Gillian is simply getting better and better. She is also growing ever more murderous. Expect deaths, both where you want them, but also where you don’t.
Looking on the bright side, some characters are alive at the end of this third book about the Sithe, those wild Scottish faeries who love and kill with equal skill.
Time has moved on a little, and we have two new teenagers, as well as the two teenagers from Bloodstone, who are now mature. Sort of mature. I’m not quite sure whether time has moved as much on one side of the Veil as it has on the other. I don’t always ‘get the time.’ But the list of characters was a godsend. It helped me remember, because let’s face it, Gillian doesn’t pick the easiest of names.
Queen Kate is evil, as we well know. But we don’t see so much of her this time. It’s mainly ‘at home with the MacGregors’ and that is exciting enough for me. A lot of anger and a lot of not-so-romantic love. Which, of course, makes it really very romantic indeed.
The kelpies and the wolves are real characters, and if it’s possible to love man-eating horses, I think I now do. But I wonder what goes on in Gillian’s mind, for her to be able to write stories like these. I’m glad she does, though. (And that Strident leave her to it.)
If you haven’t started, get a move on. You will thank me later.
(Especially if you get the first edition with the mistake. Bound to become a collector’s item… Hurry.)