I came prepared to like this book – after all, it's fantasy with steampunk elements, the Scottish highlands, fey creatures, everything that is normally right up my alley. I actually tried very hard, but somehow I could not get into the story; maybe reading the previous volumes in this series (of which I was not aware at the time) would have helped. Without this background information, I had a bit of a hard time to find out what was going on or even who or, in fact, what species the protagonists were. Even so, I if the narrative manages to draw me in I am usually content to defer for later reference what I don’t get right now.
What exactly was it that did not klick with me? First and worst, I found the pacing somehow off: action-driven, gripping scenes alternating with info dump threw me off rhythm and made it difficult to follow the storyline. Then, there was the author’s trying so very hard with so many characters (which blurred for me), so many fey species drawn from both Celtic and Norse lore. The overall Scottish-ness seemed forced, with characters forgetting to talk dialect mid-sentence and the narrative winding up with an odd and, to me, a bit grating mixture of Ye Olde Englishe, Gaelic and Scots, even instances of Celtic-Norse language mashup and original creations phonologically improbable in either language. Also, the author seemed bent on vesting his protagonist, as well-rounded and plausible a character as you would wish to find, with every Mary Sue trait on the list: an orphaned (check), half-human hybrid (check) outcast with, yes, Hazel eyes, auburn hair – I’m sorry: tresses, and some kind of super-powers (check, check, check).
Overall, a solid work of fantasy with an interesting setting, which might profit from a spot of editing to get rid of some instances of weird grammar and cut some dispensable details. It seems a pity it did not work for me.