Joanne Walker has three days to learn to use her shamanic powers and save the world from the unleashed Wild Hunt.
No worries. No pressure. Never mind the lack of sleep, the perplexing new talent for healing herself from fatal wounds, or the cryptic, talking coyote who appears in her dreams.
And if all that’s not bad enough, in the three years Joanne’s been a cop, she’s never seen a dead body—but she’s just come across her second in three days.
It’s been a bitch of a week.
And it isn’t over yet.
I love urban fantasy but have gotten away from it, so I thought this book would be a great reintroduction. Sadly, not so much.
- I like Joanne as a heroine. She’s a bit out of the ordinary – tall and imposing, a combination of Irish and Native American blood. She’s strong and has a point of view and doesn’t apologize for doing what she thinks is right.
- The fantasy framework is a mix of Celtic and indigenous influences that I haven’t seen put together before.
- Representation is good all around, with the first cross-dressing cop I’ve run across in fiction. Neat.
- The secondary characters are underdeveloped and sometimes defy common sense. A random cabbie that gives her a ride from the airport quickly becomes her sidekick. Other people rotate in and out of the story so quickly you’re not sure if they’re important or plot enablers.
- While our protagonist is a woman I had to sit here for several minutes before I could think of another woman who wasn’t a victim or dead. Eep.
- The action goes off into dream land or spiritual space a lot. Nothing wrong with that in general, but it’s a space without apparent rules, rhyme, or reason. It’s hard to convince me of stakes or danger when a deus ex machina could literally pop out of the sky to save our heroine.
- The writing isn’t the best and I found myself skimming more and more as the book went on.
So while my love for urban fantasy has been rekindled I don’t think I’ll be exploring it with this series.