Bloodstone is the first novel featuring Wagner’s barbarian hero Kane, and—although I had some initial reservations about it, I have to admit that I ended up enjoying it immensely. I would recommend it not only to anybody who enjoys swords and sorcery and barbarian fantasy, but to anyone who appreciates fantasy centering on a powerful hero.
Why did I have reservations at first? For two reasons, I think, one of which has to do with Kane as a hero and the other with Wagner as a writer.
Kane is the darkest of fantasy heroes--darker than the doomed, Byronic Elric; darker than the lordly and amoral aristocrats of E.R. Eddison’s world. Kane is a near-demonic force, a cursed “wandering jew” of murder, perhaps the first-murderer “Cain” himself. He is brilliant and devious, and—although not wantonly cruel--couldn’t give a fig for morality. He switches sides at will, betrays any ally when to do so achieves his objectives. His heart is as dark as anything spawned by “Monk” Lewis; though he is armed like Conan, he is more like Melmoth the Wanderer. Such a character, I would argue, although he succeeds in novellas, is difficult to sustain in a novel. Evil, however intelligent and inventive, gets a little old after awhile.
As far as Wagner’s style is concerned, it is filled with bravura passages, and is often overwrought. That is one reason why I love his horror stories, for short stories are a lot like snacks: they may be too spicy, too sweet, but that’s okay, it’s not like they make up a meal. But a novel is more like a meal. A purple passage here and there I can take, but purple prose becomes wearisome, after a time.
Neither of these concerns of mine, though, turned out to be a problem. Wagner pulls out all the stops in his accounts of battle, and in his description of Arelartti, the Lovecraftian city inhabited by the Rillyti, degenerate toad-race, but these uses are completely appropriate. The rest of his prose is disciplined and spare, adapted for its particular purposes.
And Kane’s chaotic nature never becomes a problem for the narrative either. I won’t spoil things by telling you how the story develops, but let’s just say that Kane’s self-interest eventual coincides with that of other characters with whom the reader has begun to sympathize, allowing him to revel in the destruction and carnage which brings the novel to a stunning end.
Oh, and that Lovecraftian city and its toad men? Wonderful, just wonderful! I’m a bit of a Lovecraft fan myself, and I found the ruins of Arellarti—and its terrible secrets—one of the best homages to the Dark Master of Providence, Rhode Island, that I have encountered!