Reviews of speculative fiction, YA, middle grade, and graphic novels, along with stray thoughts, links, and pictures.
Oh, book, where have you been all my life? Your bug magic, shifter infested wasteland locked in unending war is such a breath of fresh air.
“I know all about you. You’re an ungodly, sex-crazed woman.”
Goodness did I love this book. This messy, violent, beautiful book. I heart this book so hard I started to make it a mix tape. Then I remembered it wasn't the 80's and instead used the track list to seed a Pandora station. Bel Dame Radio for anyone interested.
I had started reading a different book. One I'd been looking forward to for a while, but put down a hundred pages in because, much as I wanted to like it, I was tired of it constantly shoving it's dick in my face. Because SFF just fucking can't not do that some days. And then a friend reminded me that I still hadn't read God's War. I looked up at her from the crumple ruin of torn pages and asked, "will there be gore?"
And this book delivered from the first page. This book took me into a warm embrace with its very first line:
"Nyx sold her womb somewhere between Punjai and Faleen, on the edge of the desert."
Nyx failed to die at the front. Patched back together by magicians, at least on the outside. She's always drunk, always high, it's the only way she can function. This is a woman who gets things done, provided those things are murder. And forward is the only way she knows how to go. Swinging and cussing to the last. And then just a little further.
This book is everything I wanted. A morally bankrupt woman decapitating children for God and Country turned bounty hunter to pay the bills. She takes a note that could be a big enough score to get out of the game. If she lives long enough to bring it in.
"The world could burn around her, the cities turn to dust, the cries of a hundred thousand fill the air, and she would get up after the fire died and walk barefoot and burned over the charred soil in search of clean water, a weapon, a purpose. She would rebuild."
Things go poorly. And then worse. And then this happens:
"Nyx thought the woman reminded her of someone but couldn’t place her."
And I lined up a few shots because I know exactly who that woman is. Nobody should be sober for that conversation.
Yeah, that would be two shots of Belle Meade Bourbon with a Belle of Dayton chaser. Staying on theme is important people.
God's War is the first in a trilogy, and I am oh, so delighted to know the next installment is out there waiting for whenever I want to pick it up. I am also oh, so sad that there are only three volumes (and maybe some shorts) for this, when I could easily read one Nyx book a year for the rest of my life.