Wednesday, 16 September 2009
URBAN FANTASY REVIEW: The Naming of the Beasts (Felix Castor 5) - Mike Carey
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, but if you ask Castor he'll tell you there's quite a bit of arrogance and reckless stupidity lining the streets as well. And he should know. There's only so many times you can play both sides against the middle and get away with it. Now, the inevitable moment of crisis has arrived and it's left Castor with blood on his hands. Well, not his hands, you understand; it's always someone else who pays the bill: friends, acquaintances, bystanders. So Castor drowns his guilt in cheap whisky, while an innocent woman lies dead and her daughter comatose, his few remaining friends fear for their lives and there's a demon loose on the streets. But not just any demon - this one rides shotgun on his best friend's soul and can't be expelled without killing him. Looks like Felix Castor's got some tough choices to make, because expel the demon he must or all Hell will break loose. Literally ...
If there’s a UK paranormal series that really does hit the spot its Mike Carey’s Felix “Fix” Castor. What you’re guaranteed is a novel that delivers on all aspects of the typical Gumshoe, a mystery that needs the characters special talents to solve, personal conflict and above all a plotline that has a breakneck speed that doesn’t let up. Its an absolute corker of a series and one that should make it all the way stateside. Whilst Butcher may have a certain amount of the genre sowed up if you want mystery and a character that takes a good many lumps, bumps and scrapes through by the skin of his teeth, there really is no one that does this better than Mike. Give him a go, you won’t be disappointed and hopefully Mikes own army of fans will soon rival the spiritual presence of Old London Town.