[9/10]
Hers was the creed that most of the Laughing Men might mouth, but Effey truly believed. Here was the end of the world; it was the time of the Hyena. Hyena did not come to mend wounds, but to watch them fester and gnaw of the dead.
Apocalyptic fantasy where a small band of heroes fights against impossible odds to save the world from complete destruction is the basic plot of almost every other genre novel. But few can combine the detailed military aspects of the campaign with the pathos of individual human destinies like Adrian Tchaikovsky. I have been a huge fan of his ever since the first book of the "Shadows of the Apt". With the conclusion here of the "Echoes of the Fall" series, I can certify that he has done it again: created a huge, continent-wide, canvas for an epic battle, populated it with a multitude of cultures that somehow combine humanity and animal kingdoms into something bigger that its parts, thought of a combat system that allows one-on-one duels, superpowers and army level tactics, and kept it all under control until it could be unleashed into a final, cataclysmic battle.
Who will lead the true people against their ancient enemy? Maniye Many Tracks, daughter of the Wolf and Tiger and Champion of the North, who discovered the Plague camp in the Plains where the Horse once dwelled; Loud Thunder of the Bear, who fought them on the northern coast and drove them into the sea; Asman of the Sun River Nation, consort of the Kasra and Champion of the River, who has only now seen his country unified; Hesprec Essen Skese, priest of the Serpent, who has seen human lifespans come and go, and is forced to seek allies in the worst of places, amongst the Pale Shadow; Venat, raider of the Dragon and Asman's one-time slave; Shyri, daughter of the Hyena, with her own apocalyptic prophecies; Kailovela of the Hawk, who has kept hearth with one of the Plague People. Warriors, champions, priests and tribes from the cold north to the parched south muster against the threat of the Plague People.
To make it easier to understand the concept, think of this series like a sort of Avengers from the Marvel Universe transplanted to a precolumbian America where each native tribe has a totem animal. When coming of age, some members of the tribe become warriors who can shapeshift into their spirit animal form. The best of them can acces a higher plane of existence where they meet their Gods and, if they are worthy, become Champions, who have access to even more ancient and powerful forms of their spirit animal.
When she turned, the Wolf was there as she knew he would be. His hackles were high enough to eclipse the restless stars, his mouth could swallow the sun. He was winter and night, privation and an empty belly, long journeys in harsh weather and the last test that everyone fails. But he was her Wolf, and she was his.
For many generations, the tribes have fought among themselves, Tiger against Wolf and Crocodile against Dragon; Serpents became priests, Horses tradesmen, Hyenas opportunistic raiders, Coyotes spies and Bears lone hunters. But everything is threatened now by the arrival of the Plague People: strangers from across the ocean with advanced technology (airships, machine-guns, flying combat suits) but without souls to shapeshift. The Plague People instead steal the souls of the natives and turn them into dumb beasts. Whenever the two people meet, the ending is the same – utter annihilation of those who fight with tooth and claw, bronze swords or obsidian clubs. It is easy to see the source of inspiration for the epic lies in the conquest of the Aztecs and in the sistematic destruction of so many other native cultures by European conquistadors and settlers.
What is easier to say to their kin? That these are beasts who have no right to life, no wisdom, no humanity; or that these are people, to whom your ancestors have done a great wrong, and you have done more great wrongs ever since you came to these shores? Which is easier? For who wants to think themselves a monster and a descendant of monsters? It is easier to think yourself just a killer of beasts.
What more can I say without giving away any major plot points? It is after all a battle for survival. The first two volumes of the series did a good job establishing the native cultures and fleshing out the Heroes who will lead the fight against the Plague People. That preparation allows now for mostly set-battle episodes and individual deeds of great courage and sacrifice. This is also a provocation to take a closer look at the history lessons from our own history, as many readers have done since Tolkien, even if the author does not expressly mentions this intention. It is also an appeal at diversity, preserving our cultural heritage and staying clear of nationalistic warmongers who promote fear and hatred of foreigners.
Above all, whatever you do must tell the gods, "We are here!" she went on. You must remind the gods of who we are and who they are. You must tell the stories of your heroes and how they bested each other. Tell of our fools and tricksters; tell the story of the three brothers, tell how Coyote stole back the sun, tell of First Eagle, how Serpent sought wisdom beneath the earth. Tell how Havesinder snatched his name from Old Crocodile's jaws, and how Leyri and Usri made the hills when they fought over who should be Chomaro's mate. Tell the deeds of your mothers and their fathers. Bring the gods close to the world until they are just the other side of the air, just beneath the skin of the earth. Because spears alone will not turn back the Plague People, not all the spears in the world.
Needless to say, I look forward to the next project from Adrian Tchaikovsky. I know there will be some insects, preferably spiders, in there somewhere, because he has managed to put some of them in here, too, even if the main setting was mostly mammals and lizards.