If you have a subscription to Kindle Unlimited at Amazon, you know that the titles available for borrowing include a large number of self-published, straight-to-Kindle titles. I’ve read (or attempted to read) at least a couple hundred of them since the service was introduced in 2014, and while they were mostly pretty mediocre at the beginning, their quality has improved dramatically in the past couple of years. That’s where I found this one, the opening volume of a ten-book series, which is an interesting mix of urban fantasy and techno-thriller, and it’s first-rate, both in its story and character and in the author's unadorned but vivid writing style. I don’t know anything about Hayden, who is British, but I’m guessing he had a career in the RAF before he turned to writing, for reasons that are apparent almost from the first page.
Our protagonist is ex-Squadron Leader Conrad Clarke, now in his mid-thirties, who flew helicopters in Iraq and Afghanistan until he was badly wounded and took medical retirement, and then got himself involved in a money-laundering scheme. His father’s an antique dealer and his mother used to solve problems for one of Her Majesty’s intelligence organizations, and both are now retired in Spain, which leaves Conrad in sole possession of the huge family house in Clerkswell, in Gloucestershire. When the story opens, Conrad is on the run from the authorities, nursing a couple of bullet wounds, and hears a voice telling him where to hide his weapons before the police catch up. Which he does, and then puts his hands up, and goes to the emergency room.
But Conrad has a knack for getting out of scrapes and soon he’s back home, sitting by the ancient well at the bottom of their land, which supplies a very special water to the local pub, which brews the best ale in the county. And there he’s approached by the Allfather -- Odin, that is -- who recruits him into the King’s Watch. And there his adventures really begin, involving not only the discovery that Magick (with a “K”) actually exists, but a secret military/law enforcement organization hidden in the Tower of London, a talking mole the size of a bull that lives under the Bank of England, dwarves that more closely resemble a cross between R2Dt and a Dalek (but made of stone), and a whole lot more supernatural deities and other beings than he’s really comfortable with.
It’s first-rate worldbuilding, with a well thought out system of magic and “secret history” explanations for numerous oddities in English history. The humor, of which there’s a lot, is dry and British and often tongue-in-cheek, and the characters, especially those in the Watch and the Invisible College are highly original and credible with the terms of the world they inhabit. There’s a love story between Conrad and his Hindu girlfriend, but it’s sort of on hold until she’s out of prison. All in all, it’s terrific story and I recommend it highly. This also wasn’t the author’s first effort, by the way. There’s a prequel trilogy featuring the earlier adventures of Conrad Clarke. “You can look it up if you want,” as he says on the first page.