INTRODUCTION - THE STORY:
Many eons ago, when the human race was still in its infancy, they were subjugated as slaves in obeisance to Fae Queens requiring worship and sacrifice. Relegated to the status of cattle used to power large scale Fae magic such as the Culling, their lives meant little more than what their deaths brought to their rulers. Lacking the ability to channel magic, which extends the lifespan of races such as the Fae, and with the machinations of their rulers the human lifespan was inordinately short. In the scheme of appreciation for the contribution offered by their species, in the minds of the Fae and in a Matrix styled consideration, humans were no more than disposable battery cells to be used and discarded at whim.
The plight of the human race, however, eventually hit paydirt when benevolent benefactors used trickery to bring about a banishment of all Fae from the Earth realm to another planet in the cosmos that was capable of supporting life. A new world became the dominion where the only species the Fae could subjugate were their own. Once the entirety of the banished Fae population reached their new home, a place the Fae perceived as a prison when the ruse was discovered, the benefactors closed the gateway and hid the trail of the tunnel leading back to Earth until all traces of it evaporated into the cosmos; forever thereafter preventing even the strongest of Fae magic from opening their own gateway that'dreturn them to their original home. The Fae became blind in how to return to their true home. With passing eons, all memory of the Fae's existence in human knowledge that wasn't associated with fables was forgotten from all but a few first race peoples, with western dogma in particular having relegated the Fae to fictitious characters in books if at all considered.
The Fae still feared the possible capabilities of their ancient foe even in present times, but they also grew to hate them with unbridled passion, swearing vengeance would one day be theirs. Maelhrandia, a current Fae Seelie Princess and Mistress of Red Moon, with gifts firmly in the domain of a scouting mage, has paired her non-offensive gifts with cunning and intellect bolstered through years of studying the ancient scrolls; skills she'd always believed would set her apart from her ambitious and murderous sisters to one day make her the more honoured of the Fae Queen - her mother. She runs a tight ship, and intruders in her lands face kill-capture war parties she often led herself. At such times, her scouting magic allows her and her warriors to remain cloaked from discovery until it was far too late for the intruders.
Seeking to find out why and how intruders had managed to appear in the heart of her dominion without raising any alarms, promptly became the monumental chance she'd awaited her whole life. When in reflection on the vaguest recognition of their bipedal movement compared to the tales of their existence recorded in the ancient scrolls, knowledge she'd been certain would separate her from her non-academic rivals with unmatched offensive mite, she knew instantly that returning a captured prisoner to her mother's interrogation would curry the greatest favour in her mother's immortal life. Just how they could even have ever developed into a race capable of interdimensional travel escaped reasoning, but it was a question for another time. The only expected difficulty now would be in keeping her hunters from killing them all.
Spooking them into error is necessary if their return to their home world will provide what she suspects it will: a trail the combined magical strength of her mother and her high priests could track through the cosmos. In her ambush some will provide a live flesh reward to sake her warriors' bloodlust and allow her to keep control. For one or two of the unluckiest, their capture combined with the very best interrogation will provide information for the scouting mission only she's most qualified for. For the lucky few to escape it would be but a mere postponement of their deaths, until her people brought war to their once glorious home. The manlings (sic) made a crucial mistake they're shortsighted intellect is incapable of reasoning, one of the many reasons why the Dark Elves would again become the rightful sovereigns. That is, for those left alive following the war marking the return of the Fae.
Twenty year old Cassie Rogan has struggled to maintain commitment to all of life's necessities since the tragic accident that took the lives of her parents, not that she'd presently admit to such. Forced into dropping out of University by her actions since moving their, including allegations and charges of unwarranted violence, she's returned to Hudson’s Hope. To her mind it's a life filled with the prospects of becoming just another of its loser wives and girlfriends tied to some BO ridden trucker or logger; one encompassed by proverbial chains tying her to the kitchen sink with expectations of becoming another of the town's brood mares, a regular bitch throwing out litters of pups she hasn't the resources to raise well in a dead end existence where she grows to hate herself even more than she currently does.
Her worn out and drawn looking older sister, Alice, who meets her at the airport terminal little more than a retrofitted large farming shed looks the part of a thirty-something example of someone trapped in a life without enrichment; and she at least has a husband on a semi-decent wage and no rugrats pulling at the hem of her skirts. Living in Northern British Columbia's unforgiving and ancient environment takes a particular toll on anyone not expressly born to such hardships, which to her is anyone who isn't First Nations born. She'd blown her sports ride and good student grade average on any indulgence aimed at a temporary reprieve from the thoughts and feelings that have haunted her in every moment of rest since only she survived what her mum and dad did not.
Her commitment had in the end been to parties and using university as a free and floating lifestyle, one that ends your student life and marks the beginning of yet another downfall. Her self-pity train ran on tracks she recognised but nonetheless felt powerless to stop. It does however surprise her that the happiness surfacing when reuniting with Alice is genuine, something she'd not seen coming. An equally depressing reality now she's actually returned home is the blight the town's economic reliance continues having on the once pristine beauty and portion of the lungs of the Earth. In the time since her departure, the processes involved in building yet another dam have incomprehensibly moved through in an unfathomable timefrime. Any person with half a brain in their head must surely ask what a third dam is needed to power, because it certainly couldn't be the collective of one horse hick towns and farming land in the whole of the North?
Soon after return Cassie ventures out into the nearby national forest where a local hangout at a majestic lake has been the locals' watering hole for untold generations of adolescents and young adults growing up in Hudson's Hope. As the day progressed toward dark, a grizzly is stirred from its place of rest by the unseasonable volatility in a storm heading their way. It brings the apex killer into the path of party goers. Seeking to intercede in what inexorably becomes clearer with each passing second, that of a windup to a young woman's mauling and death, Cassie is caught up in events passing to her in slow motion. Backlit by a chaotic display of nature's wildness and power, the wild red lightning blanketing the sky and touching down in random locales, she's filled with an irrational warm embrace she hadn't the first notion of how to explain. As action turned to panic she's filled with a euphoric power ehich washes out her senses to anything other than her, the grizzly, and the nearby campfire.
Unknown to her or any of the minute number of people within a certain radius of the storm, an awakening of dormant magical auras accompanies the revival of the atrophied magic her world once had. Before all vessels simultaneously hit the ground in a loss of consciousness, the last thing Cassie sees and feels is her grabbing hold of the flames from the small campfire and bringing them to bare down (no pun intended) on the path of the charging grizzly. Of the seven people who pass out at the exact same moment, Cassie would be the last to awaken from can only be described by doctors as an induced coma of an unknown sort. She'd soon after learn that less than half made it through their experience, and later still she'd learn that in those who didn't, the coma itself wasn't the cause of death. The horror is them further realised when she learns that among those who died, an infant was among them.
When she starts to experience abilities that defy explanations, and only then after prompting by a moment of panic, she initially hopes this new situation would mean an end to the rutt her life had become. That is, until it's shattered by her learning of things also believed to have been awakened by the strange storm, and her witness of further tragedy. Reports of mythical beasts start reaching the media and the many authorities now staking an interest in the lives of the survivors and events rolling out. Beasts like a basilisk, a thirty foot eight spinlu-legged lizard that partially turns people to stone before consuming them, only to then regurgitate the bits that were stone. Also like a small group of fire breathing wolves, or hellhounds, cooking and eating livestock and any farming families foolhardy or unlucky enough to get caught in their way.
Cassie is sort after for a crucial role in a secretive combined government agency recruiting the survivors under the guise of helping them to understand what happened and what they're capable of. Following her refusal she pays an ultimate price. Unknown to all but the one controlling the basalisk, the beast is sent after survivors to kill them and erase anyone showing new abilities. Following an argument with her sister, Cassie is absent when the basilisk strikes, killing Alice right in front of her after she'd sprinted back to her room to evacuate Alice following tremors hitting the hospital building from the basilisk's attempts to access her room. Dazed and exhausted from channelling air into a kinetic force that thrusts the beast away from her, she's grabbed by one of the planned abductors left behind from the earlier meeting with recruiters. She escapes, but two agents tasked with holding off the beast aren't as fortunate. Not that Cassie deems her escape as fortune, it's instead grouped among the growing list of reasons why she hates herself.
The human trait of curiosity has kicked a hornet's nest, the likes of which hasn't been seen since eons past. A military scouting mission is responsible for doing the kicking. With goals of training three survivors of effects created by a recent dimensional breach, the agency may not learn until it's too late that this is what's happening, or that they'll be needed on the frontline of an approaching war. A Dark Elf Princess, Maelhrandia, also watches on, hidden by her natural affiinity for scouting magic, to carry out tasks crucial to her people's plans. As humankind's oldest enemy the manlings have no concepts of the threat the Fae pose. Given they've brought this new war on themselves, it's unlikely if their once benefactors will be involved, or if they even still exist. This last question is an immensely important question tasked of Maelhrandia. The Fae have long awaited vengeance and their rightful sovereignty. This time, there'll be no trickery to undo them. Three untrained and unskilled mages and military high-tech will be the forefront of human defences, if any mages survive the current conflict, that is.
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OPINION:
William brings the epic to urban fantasy as though it's no more trouble than a walk in the park. I can only assume that the impending titles will be of similar length given the series classification, which after reading Starlight it's an exciting prospect. It's impossible to not consider there's a lot of bang for your buck. The last two books I reviewed were roughly forty-seven and seventy-three thousand words. Whilst it'd be unjust to rate them or any others based on how long they are, or short as the case in question is, it isn't unjust to highlight that in a fiscal world of dollars per words then William's books have a great return.
When comparing outlay in a personal library where you have x-number of dollars to spend, one contributing factor is undoubtedly how many hours of entertainment your money is buying. Besides, an epic urban fantasy ranking is something seen in an less than average number of occasions. For the same outlay as William's costed books I've noticed plenty that have page numbers only a quarter the length. If you're restricted to purchasing a set value per week, or however long the case may be, then buying one book that offers the same number of hours as four possible alternate titles I know which would have the greatest weighting in this aspect of decision-making.
The focal point of the story where through curiosity humans expose and reveal our presence to possible threat has some real life basis depending on your belief systems. Checking out the stars, as it could be described in relation to humanity's thirst for knowledge, runs a definite risk of attracting unwanted attention if that attention exists. Without getting into a debate of existential beliefs, personally I consider it naive to be audacious enough to think that in a cosmos of infinite stars that only our own exists as the sole planet capable of supporting life. In a flimsy comparison for reasons that they're not completely valid herein, but do touch on similar considerations in general, any number of Stargate movies and tv series, sum up the possibilities of how the proverbial cat's curiosity could get us all killed.
A six degrees of separation opens strongly, and the points of view are then whittled down to finite considerations as the story grows, having the effect of those movies you watch where regardless of how many cast members are seemingly unconnected, eventually that disconnection breaks down. As a story progresses you start to see small tidbits that shed light on the fact that the apparent randomness is only a facade. It's a particularly memorable technique that deals well with the ripples in a pond that butterfly theories tend to deal in; when a pebble gets dropped into the water, where once the winds of change begins the trick becomes to puzzle out the randomness, until you're forming hypotheses about how connections will pan out. It's a novel feature highlighting that when you drop your head below the surface of a pond, the ripples no longer even appear separate, the place where everything is connected in one fashion or another.
The intersection between marvellously detailed technology and armaments with that of magic, both Fae and human, is a delight often passed over briefly, if at all. The ways the human mind is looked at in its rationalisation using technological and science based reasoning for the ever ephemeral magic is entertaining and interesting. How both influence prowess and conflict is another adjunct beneficial in this type of examination. All of this impacts the difficulties and concepts of tutelage in using magic, because all of the former components struggle to deal with it. Whilst magic tutelage is a common aspect in fantasy, the same cannot be said of tutelage using non-magical frameworks and understanding, which are unique or rare at least.
The exactness of military ground forces, armor, protection, equipment, and offensive capabilities, and how they mount up against Fae magical capacities is enjoyable to imagine and watch. It sheds light on the different approaches in similar ways to that of modern movie techniques shedding light on the idiosyncrasies of scifi and fantasy action and how they've made the movies in the preceding years up to the nineties seem like old fashioned has-beens when compared to the blockbusters of the modern era. Of course this perspective is largely dependent on age groups and personal tastes that still see the classics and earlier movies as the better format, or as the harder to achieve. In an unconnected observation this is one story that I'm contemplating how wicked a movie it would make, perhaps something a little like Thor, when he and his compatriots took on the Dark Elves of that reality. Not that I'm seeking to compare them, though, or that the story is comparable either.
It's a measure of the success of a story when the intrigue evoked by the alternating points of view finds you captivated by the current character's perspective to the point where you're excited and looking forward with anticipation of reaching the next spot they appear in the plot. Such observations as all of these and more regarding the content and skill in Starlight's story have in my mind made it William's best book yet, although this opinion wouldn't influence the three by five star ratings I applied to The Vampire Queen Saga had I read this book first: they each earnt that rating still. This leaves only William's standalone dark fantasy Black Monastry as his one title that I'm yet to read and review. As a free download for subscribers of his newsletters which is available via William's website, hint - hint, I do have the ebook and it is in my TBR library shelf. On that note it's worth saying again that Starlight is also a free download via Amazon (and perhaps other means too).
Without prejudice to my favouritism of urban fantasy I can offer that Starlight combines military high-tech with magic, history with mythology, traditional lore with fantasy lore, and science with science fiction. With such ranging combinations it should prove worthy of offering a little something for every reader. With fantasy and science fiction lovers in mind, it also offers a gritty action-packed journey into providing an intriguing and suspenseful possible outcome to that one question all aforementioned readers have asked themselves at least once during their reading history: that of, I wonder would happen if the power of magical creatures and races were to meet on the field of battle with the modern science and technology of modern humanity? If you're all honest regardless of your preferences, I would argue that the same question has entered the collective psyche of any readers, not just these two fan types listed above.