While visiting my family in Hawaii, I found myself with quite a bit of free time on my hands, so I decided to spend some of my wife’s hard-earned money and buy some ebooks. Wow! Was I ever surprised at some of the prices! Jim Butcher’s Changes (a Novel of the Dresden Files) was still ten bucks! I didn’t want to spend too much lest my wife rescind my allowance, so I went the Indie route and splurged on some 99 cent books, some $2.99, and even a couple of $4.99 books. Should be enough to keep my busy, right?
Well, kinda. You see, I purchased Blood Faerie by India Drummond, author of Ordinary Angels. Instead of having the novel published traditionally, India chose the self-publishing route, which I thought was risky, but what the hell, it’s only $2.99, right. Actually, it’s much more than that. In fact, I found myself pouring slowly over each sentence, savoring the book like a fine wine. So much so that I neglected the other books.
Blood Faerie is a “Urban Fantasy” set in Perth, Scotland, where a series of gruesome murders has taken place and PC Quinton Munro is thrust into a world he was not expecting. I’m not one to print spoilers, and I won’t here, but safe to say from page one I was pretty much hooked like a carp. Ms. Drummond wove an intricate, believable world of the fantastic with characters that seemed to more real most of those seen on modern TV schlock, including “reality” tv. But what surprised me was the thread of a love story that didn’t cloy me with saccharine sweetness and ham-handed dialogue. In fact, it was tender and somewhat authentic.
I know what you’re saying…”Mark, you’re such a buff, manly man, how can you be suckered in by a love story? Especially after being singed to the bone by the fantasy porn of Laurel K. Hamilton?” Good question, dear reader, and the answer is simple. I am mostly human, after all. If it’s well-written enough, I can dig just about anything, and I dug this book mucho, compadres.
India Drummond has done something surprising, achieving an enjoyable read without breakneck pacing and grandiose characters. Instead the story flows like warm honey and gently leads the reader to a satisfying conclusion.
So, I will leave you with these thoughts: Is my opinion worth a Tinker’s Damn? Is it worth the risk to spend $2.99 on a self-published ebook? Can an Indie book be well written AND entertaining? Does Mark have fantastic pecs? The answer to all these questions is a resounding “YES!”
Until next time, same blog time, same blog channel.