Doomstalker is a fantasy (?) book that takes place during an early iron age, but with a twist: these aren't humans. Instead, evolution has called up wolves to the major leagues of civilization, and they're called the meth. Like us they're bipedal, use tools, form communities, practice religion, even farm. Unlike us they have muzzles, paws, and many of the aggressive and hierarchical temperaments you'd associate with wolves.
We follow the life and adventures of a particular meth named Marika. The story does very little to disguise the fact there's more going on than furry tribal life; Marika and her brother can perform several feats of magic, and it becomes clear the other parts of the world aren't so primitive as her pack. At one point she recalls a story that said her people could travel between the stars; she might as well have been winking and waggling her eyebrows as she told it.
I enjoyed Marika's story, finding it predictable in some ways but surprising and unique in many others. This is a dark and somber book. It has the vague structure of a YA novel with the smart, curious, but misunderstood and discouraged child who discovers a hidden talent. You'd expect her to have an exciting and optimistic story with a cadre of ride-or-die friends, including those in authority and even among her enemies.
That is not the case. Marika is very alone and disliked, feared, or hated by just about everyone, and the people who might like her don't often survive very long.
The world of the Darkwar sounds absolutely miserable, to be honest. Society is deeply stratified between genders, packs, and castes, and violence and discrimination between strata is the norm. Repeated throughout the book are references the monstrous "grauken": to the kids it's just a boogeyman meant to scare them into behaving, but to the adults its the very real fear of going feral and resorting to cannibalism, something their society has not been fully able to repress.
Between the dark tone, the grauken, and many other overt hints, it paints the meth as a people that has a very tenuous grasp on civilization.
While I liked much of the book, the prose frequently irked me. The perspective is a 'wandering' 3rd person which I've seen before and dislike; sometimes it's tightly attached to Marika in her moment-to-moment, other times it shifts into a formless exposition dump. Time skips back and forth with little fanfare, and often Marika's direct actions are told after the fact or vaguely summarized. Sometimes Marika's inner monologue and emotions are detached or in italics, other times it's woven within the narration as if Marika herself is writing it all down. No dealbreakers here, but a constant irritation I couldn't shake.
I also found it too grim. There's zero humor to lighten the mood, and you can count the number of good things to happen to Marika on a single hand (or paw, I suppose). I like dark stories, sad stories, stories of people eating shit constantly, and so on, but I like them best when they're buoyed by happier moments and victories.
I'd recommend this to anyone who enjoys darker fantasy, people who want a YA-esque novel that is not at all bogged down by tropes and stereotypes, or furries.