4.5 StarsIron Angel by Alan Campbell is a case where sometimes too much of a good thing can be a bad thing. This book is the sequel to Scar Night, a novel that is a glorious steam punk mash filled with demons, angels, and clockwork machines. In Scar Night, we get treated to a truly amazing settin...
After the pretty awesomeness that was "Scar Night", Iron Angel is not as strong. The main problem is, the action no longer takes place in Deepgate--Campbell ditches one of the biggest strengths of the first novel. The new settings are many and they change rapidly--there's no setting to get invest...
I guess I'd give this 3.5 stars. I think the first half was great. But I HATE time travel, unless it's just used simply like to go back in time and solve a mystery. This book dove right into all the paradoxes and other goobley gook that makes time travel so annoying. So minus a star for that and...
Scottish author Alan Campbell - best known for his "involvement" in designing the popular game Grand Theft Auto - spent ten years, on and off, working on his debut novel Scar Night, the first book in the Deepgate Codex. For fans of "steampunk" fantasy writer China Mieville (Perdido Street Station...
Then she had announced that she was taking Mr Bangles and the ducks for a walk, and pushed the little vehicle out of the day room on its squeaky wheels. Sal Greene could hear his granddaughter singing in the hall outside. The dog had its teeth back, but it was still a pup....
An owl hooted, and was answered by a distant cry from deep in the fog. Rachel waited beside John Anchor, and yet in this darkness she could discern little of the giant but the whites of his eyes. He remained as still and as darkly imposing as the oaks around him. They had moved a quarter league f...
The wind tore at its eyes and muzzle and filled its vast wings. And the merest tease of its shoulder muscles brought it swooping down at reckless speeds to smash froth from the tips of the poisoned waves or snatch at the brine with powerful claws. Water flashed in the sunl...
Rachel ignored him. She had other things to worry about. It was dark, they were in the Warrens, and the entire district was seething with the dead. Phantasms crawled through the shadows of derelict tenements all around them, half-seen figures in queer dark raiment. The air felt damp and had a vag...