So while this is really not a fluffy story, it isn’t in your face dark as well.Īll in all, I think this is a great story and if you like shorts and fantasy, I’d suggest you check this out.
I appreciate a lot that the darker side of the story takes place off-page and is only mentioned to give explanations and more depths to the story or the characters’ backgrounds. The world building is complex, the characters intriguing, and the plot unexpected on several occasions. The story is written from one of these characters, Swift, who has to face betrayal and loss, but unexpected help might just melt his stony heart and give him a wish to live. It is no surprise that they are not the sanest or nicest of characters. They come from terrible backgrounds, were abandoned, abused. Well, they are painted like it in the media but the truth is that they are really not. What I find really refreshing is that these former teenagers are no heroes. They all have different ways (magic) and we witness in this book what happens to them and to the society when not everything changes only because one bad sovereign disappears (something that is repeated again and again in our own history in this world). Swift & the Black Dog is set in a complex and unique fantasy setting with a former tyrant who was killed by four teenage wizards ten years ago. Um, turns out the same story was already published in the anthology Charmed and Dangerous, which I had, in fact, already read, but never mind, this shortie is so good that a second read was no hardship at all.
Since I’m a fan I just one-clicked when I saw that there was a short story by her that I thought I hadn’t read. It’s a different craft and, to be honest, I don’t think everybody is good at both. "About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.I’ve been a fan of Ginn Hale for a while now and I’m always super happy when authors not only write great novels but are good at writing short stories as well. Some romances end more badly than others. Holding him close, she crushed her powerful
Th e female fi refl y reached out and stroked the male. They crept close to one another, brilliant desire flashing Swooped past my face, circled, and then alighted inside the fold Them flicker, darting through their insectile courtship. A few fi refl ies blinked from what corners ofĪ pair of them invaded the darkness of my rooms. Up from smoke stacks and patterned the sky like ugly patches onĪ black velvet curtain. Candles cast dull halos through the dirty win- dows of the tenements across the street.
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