One Hell of a Ride!
'Yes, an ambiance of morbid dread saturated these environs, and the regular serenade provided by the ululating shrieks and screams of those being tortured only exacerbated the atmosphere.'
Daemon Grim is the Grim Reaper, Satan's own hunter down of wayward evil souls who are trying to avoid their inevitable nemesis. He 'lives' in a weird reflection of London, riddled with rifts to numerous parallel universes, which is part of what is known as 'Hell' to those who live on Earth. When one of his targets, a serial killer called Cream, manages to escape his date with the Undertaker in Hell, Daemon Grim has a problem.
This is a fast-paced, action heavy and remarkably easy to devour urban fantasy, but the setting for most of this leans more on the 'fantasy' than everyday-world 'urban'. It is one in a series of books set in a shared universe, but I didn't find much difficulty catching onto what was going on or feel any major gaps in my understanding of the setting. It is an entertaining read, with a couple of caveats which I will mention later, but which I fully acknowledge are likely mine own and not flaws with the book itself.
'Made from what looked like brass and blushed steel, each tine rotated in a different direction, churning up the beach until it was a lethal minefield of mechanical traps and snares. The Isle of Cogs!'
The strength of this book is it's gallows humour and its worldbuilding. Although set in a world already defined by others, my understanding is that this version of London in Hell - and a very warped reflection of the original it is too - was the creation of the author. In it he has done a wonderful job of blending a grimdark (pun intended) fantasy with gritty Victoriana. The name changes for places and roads in London are usually punny, though sometimes a bit too groan worthy.
The characters of the cast in the book are all painted convincingly, but only that of Daemon Grim Reaper himself is fully fleshed (a little irony there for those who have read the end) but he remains still something of an enigma. The questions that hover about him are intriguing though, not irritating author withholding. For a nasty piece of work as a protagonist, he is handled very well.
'...a congregation of rickety metallic lockers had been pushed together into an untidy knot. Draped with cobwebs and covered in dust, they appeared hooded in sackcloth and reverent, as if deep in prayer.'
What is not to like? Well for me the over-writing got in the way. I love well-written prose that uses less common words, but sometimes I felt this book slid into the more indigo shades of descriptors and embraced a metaphor or so too far. It was not so much that too many were inappropriate or out of place (though some, IMO, really were) as that the sheer abundance and frequency of them overall began to become a bit trying for me. This is a book that uses the word ‘puissance’ as a descriptor not once but thrice and ‘puissant’ an additional four times, which should give you an idea of what I mean. It also creates a very incongruent immersion breaking sensation to find really crude words cheek by jowl with such delicate and decorative turns of phrase. That said other readers might see this as a mark of distinction and superb writing, so they are far from being any kind of fatal flaw.
There was also something about the way the coldness of Daemon Grim is normalised that made me want to step away at times. It is what the book is about - these are not meant to be 'nice' people, but I found myself willing on those he opposed as much as Daemon Grim himself as I truly did not mind if he was destroyed. That said, he didn't seem to be too bothered about it himself either, his imperative being to serve his Boss.
This is a rumbustious romp through the chthonic environs of a very alternative Hell. If you enjoy amoral anti-heroes, clever puns and rather nasty events in a broadly urban fantasy setting, all delivered at a brisk clip, then drop what you are doing and click on the 'buy' button right now.