Yancy continues to want very little from life. Ribs,
whiskey, gambling and a drifter’s life. But he’s been dragged into an epic
secret conflict no man with a conscience could walk away from
He also cannot walk away from angry Big Feet who need his
help. Mainly because they’re super fast and willing to wreck his car and his
skull to make him co-operate
Despite a less than auspicious introduction, Yancy finds
that the same insidious evil he has been hunting has its tentacles here as well
– and the future of more than the Big Feet rest in the balance.
We know the pattern of a series like this. With every
book, the current plot will feed into the greater meta plot, we will have epic
confrontations each feeding into more epic confrontations to come. Great powers
will be raised, will be fought and our heroes will emerge bloodied and not
entirely victorious – but they will have pushed back the dark for now and
emerged a little stronger, a little more powerful, and, yes a little more epic
than they were before
It’s a pattern I’ve seen repeated numerous times – and
gods do I love it. I really really do – so long as you can walk that shining
line between the epic and the Gary Stu/Mary Sue. So long as the plot is more
than just a slug fest (which this series doesn’t do that well with) and so long
as the world is one epic playground in which all the awesome can be displayed –
which this book certainly does do.
We have an epic world, an ever more epic conflict, lots
of blood-fizzing fight scenes all with a decidedly noir bent that it actually
pulls off at least 80% of the time (hey, a well maintained Noir is a wonderful
and rare thing to find – but usually they try too hard). Yancy manages to be
just a bit too unlikeable (there’s the gruff rogue antihero and the outright
arsehole and he flirts along that line just a bit too much), but in all, all
the ingredients I love are right there and this series has gone from one I was
relatively indifferent about to one I will be following to the bitter end.
It also has sufficient quirks to make it special as well
– I kind of love Lady Luck, the entire concept of her, her influence that
always helps so very much – but not nearly as much as you’d like. Because of course,
she’s bound by rules. And equally of course, she breaks them. She is Lady Luck
after all. Or maybe not break, but there’s a lady who likes her loopholes
On the third book in the series I find myself with the
same old problem. I like the action. The action is good. The action is
interesting. That action is well paced and well written and exciting and you
can see all these epic fights raging across the book. They’re really really
really well done and these action scenes dropped in any other book would be so
very awesome in any other book
But not in this one because, again, there are just too
many. Over and over and over we have fight scenes. We have struggles. And
sometimes just wonder why is everything so hard? I mean the whole opening scene
where Yancy meets the Chiye-tanke we have a battle. We have a long, unnecessary
fight scene between Yancy and his upcoming allies and… why? Whyyyyy? And even
if there was an initial misunderstanding why did we have to go full on war
zone? Why is Chief Chankoowashtay the leader of his people and this incapable
of communicating coherently and sensibly with people? And why in the name of
all that is sensible does Yancy have to smart mouth his way through every
encounter trying to provoke a fight ALL the times. We’ve said it before in
relations to a lot of oh-so-strong female protagonists and it equally applies
here: your character is not tougher or stronger because they can’t stop wise
cracking and disrespecting everyone around them. It’s tiresome, it’s annoying,
it slows down the plot and it makes me kind of dislike Yancy.
The only redeeming element of all this is Ferraro, who is
awesome in so many ways. And one of the things she does so well is constantly
call out Yancy for his bullshit. When he is wallowing in angst and moping,
Ferraldo is there to say he is pouting and acting like an utter manchild. She
is there to slap him down for abandoning her, for centring his emotion, for
constantly snarling and snapping at other people, for moping. Ferraldo is
repeatedly there not to coddle his precious sadness or anger or issues, she is
there to drag him out and make sure he gets through it. That’s not to say she’s
unfeeling, she can and often is highly sympathetic