I DEVOURED this book. It's been a long time since I've felt such sheer joy reading. No doubt I am a bit biased because I've been a Warhammer Orcs and Goblins aficionado all my life, and I've been waiting for the Black Library to finally break down and throw us greenskin fans a bone. Well, SKARSNIK was more than just a bone, it was a meaty fleshroom banquet that answers all sorts of lingering questions about how greenskins survive, thrive, and, yes, even reproduce.
The heart of the story is the autobiography of Skarsnik, Warlord of Karak Eight Peaks, and the most powerful Night Goblin in history. His tale, though, is nestled like a matryoshka in a series of framing tale to the point where the reader is never quite sure how much of the account is true, how much is Skarsnik embellishing, how much is lost in the game of whisper-down-the-lane, and how much is just pure shaggy dog story. Skarsnik told Bickenstadt the mad playwright, Bickenstadt told Wollendorp the greenskin academic, and Wollendorp's story was recounted by the almost entirely offscreeen Guido Kleinfeld. At first I wasn't sure what the point was of having so many framing stories, but when Haley finally pulls the rug out from under you in the last chapter, I realized it wouldn't have the same impact any other way.
Still, at the core this is the story of a goblin, perhaps the greatest goblin of his age, but a goblin nonetheless. And in that Haley achieves something remarkable. He reclaims goblins from the ranks of comic relief and puts them on full display as sadistic, lunatic monsters and yet somehow still makes us root for one of them. Skarsnik's long, hard road from the runtiest of runts to the mightiest of warlords (cowing even Orc bosses like Gorfang Rotgut) is a fascinating ride. I can't recommend it highly enough for any fans of fantasy, but this should be mandatory reading for Warhammer Orc and Goblin players.