I don’t love much fiction anymore. Probably because I expect a lot from books and they don’t often deliver. *sigh*
This week though, I read a book I really loved. An urban fantasy, set on somewhat otherworldly streets, it was a place I really liked and a story I really liked and a group of characters that I enjoyed a lot. Fairly fast moving and with quite a lot of concepts and details to assimilate on the way, it had me pretty engrossed.
I even enjoyed the ending, which is where so many books let me down.
So what was the novel?
Three Parts Dead by Max Gladstone.
What’s it about?
Well, it’s about a young Craftswoman (magician), recently thrown out of school (almost dying in the process), who gets a job with a firm that sorts out magical and metaphysical problems.
Her first task is working out why a god has died and if he was murdered, and her only help is one of the god’s faithful who’s having a crises of faith (which may or may not explain his chain smoking). There are also living gargoyles – one of whom has his face stolen – the sort of ‘hive mind’ of Justice (the remnant of another god) that protects a city, a vampire pirate and a whole lot of magic.
Definitely the start of a series, but it is a satisfying stand-alone book.