"I'm fine," snarled Malus. "These jagged rocks managed to break my fall."
I don't care. These books might not be the products of some grand literary ambition, but I loved them. I loved the plot, the style, and the characters. Is it vaguely embarrassing to love a 'Warhammer' novel? Probably. I don't care.
I've read a lot of Warhammer novels, but Malus really stole the show. Brunner pales before Malus' majestic grit. I've read quite a few novels with anti-heroes, but they're difficult to get right; and Malus is downright loveable. In a twisted way. Lee understands that, even if you're writing a bad person, you still have to ensure people care enough about what happens to him to keep reading.
But wait, what's the novel even about?
Malus Darkblade is a dark elf. Usually, in fantasy jargon, elf means 'pansy'. So, logically, dark elf would mean 'emo evil pansy'. Now, the 'druchii' may be emo and evil, but they are definitely no pansies. They're vicious, brutal, sadistic slavers who feel that they deserve to do what they want because they can. They have no friends, merely postponed victims. They dwell in Naggarond, Warhammer's equivalent of America. And like your stereotypical real-life Americans, they are arrogant and intent on meddling in things that are none of their business. Unlike your stereotypical real-life Americans, however, they rot away in a bunch of chilled wastes feeling bad about being banished. You see, they are colonists from a powerful sea-faring island natio-. Nope. We're back in real life again.
Malus is the hated bastard son of a powerful warlord. His siblings are richer, more attractive, more clever, and more popular. All our hero has is his spite. And boy, is he spiteful. When a spirited bout of sea piracy doesn't exactly land him the fortune he feels he deserves, he goes and gets himself possessed by a demon. This demon threatens to consume his soul in about a year if Malus doesn't collect five magical artifacts.
Now, if this gets your plot-coupon alarm bells ringing, I understand, but these are no macGuffins. Every artifact has relevance to the plot and is rooted into, connected with, the places they are located. And with Malus, it's not about the end, it's about the journey.
Our hero snarls and cuts his way through the plot with gusto, his anger only matched by his masochism. Thehe way Lee has handled his character is very, very clever. The people he fights are almost always somehow worse than he is. So much hardship is inflicted on him that you inevitably begin to feel for him, and you can't help but love his dogged resilience: the man is a moving rock.
The violence is gripping, the pacing is great (most of the padding is violence, which is to be expected in a Warhammer novel) and the female characters were pretty solid as well, on the whole. That was really quite the achievement on Lee's part: Warhammer novels aren't exactly required to have strong female characters. The developed female characters are usually the most evil ones, since they have defined ambitions which they are willing to fight for. (What? Were you expecting me to say 'the women with flaws'? They're dark elves. There's nothing good about their character to be flawed in the first place.)
So why not give the novel five stars? Because it did have its weaker sides. It could be a little repetitive, and the whole 'Warhammer' concept seemed to limit its potential. Malus was perfectly realized, but I felt the supporting cast deserved to be fleshed out a little more. Still, this is one of my favourite Fantasy novels.