I received an advanced reader copy of The Hand that Casts the Bone in exchange for an honest review.
I gave ‘We Men of Ash and Shadow’, the first book of The Vanguard Chronicles, a resounding 5 stars. I’m just saying, I saw it first, people. It’s a finalist in this year’s SPFBO competition up there with 9 other indie publishing heavyweights.
I was swept away by HL Tinsley’s debut novel, a dark masterpiece with such beautiful prose. Believe me, this author knows how to turn a phrase. I write books, and I was filled with envy while reading her work. I don’t highlight passages when I’m reading, but, if I did, both of Tinsley’s books would have text marked on the majority of pages. I paused many times to take a moment considering something clever or amusing I’d just read.
I said of WMOAAS that it was ‘reminiscent of Bernard Cornwell’s Sharpe, Assassin’s Creed, Sherlock Holmes and Les Miserables!’
I’m throwing Gangs of New York and Batman into the mix.
Tinsley’s vision of her own setting is astounding. She must see, hear, taste, smell and feel everything in her world (she should probably get some vaccines and buy some anti-bacterial spray) and the reader experiences everything with her. D’Orsee and the world beyond is entirely real. I don’t want to see what she makes up next, I want to find out what she can tell us about this pseudo-Victorian world of hers, that exists, presumably, for her to be able to capture it so utterly.
I said in my review of ‘We Men of Ash and Shadow’ that the book was challenging at times, and there were a couple of point of view changes that required some concentration, although they never ever broke my enjoyment. Suffice to say, Tinsley has listened to feedback and this one reads…smoooooth. Nothing jarred while reading The Man Who Casts the Bone.
But, it is still challenging intellectually! If you want to work out what’s going on before the characters a la mystery novels, you will have to put your thinking cap on.
John Vanguard, old soldier and former mercenary, is at his lowest ebb. He has become a lone pariah, injured, in a city on the brink of revolution, while his former protege stalks the rooftops and alleys. If WMOAAS told the story of D’Orsee, the camera pans out in The Hand that Casts the Bone, and we begin to learn, not only of the world beyond, but of the brewing situation across the nation of city states. Old friends travel away from familiar territory or skulk through the dim light afforded by the gas lamps, meeting in secret.
Whispering. Plotting.
But what path will Vanguard take next?
The primary antagonist, Captain Felix Sanquain, is masterfully depicted, and, as in the first book, the simmering schemes remain largely below the surface of the main narrative, only occasionally coming up for air and to hint at what is to come when Tinsley finally decides to give it all up.
And let’s not forget Tarryn Leersac, who vies with Sanquain for the title of most dangerous man in D’Orsee. Intricately conceived, psychologically fascinating and always about to tear down everyone and everything about him, Leersac surely won’t let Vanguard move on with his life, will he? Or is his former mentor an irrelevance now the young aristocrat is off the leash?
You won’t regret reading these books. They are more than just a good read, they are fantasy literature.