I know he’s the son of Jim Butcher but for a short book a significant portion of the pages describe battle and injuries followed by more battle and somehow the character stand up and go about their day. For me it got tedious. I like the story and I like the characters. The names need some work, I stumbled over Mansgraf (I just call her Magrat) and even Impetus. I’m still looking forward to how he evolves the story and his writing.

Jim’s name is all over the description, the hero’s name is Grimshaw Griswald Grumblebutt, so hacky. The whole thing feels entitled and cringy. “In the gritty underworld of Chic— wait, uh… Boston! Yeah, Boston, that’s original…” Now make it cost four times as much as any other author’s debut novel and watch the money roll in

If you like Jim Butcher, Simon Green, and/or Benedict Jacka...then you’re probably not reading this review! If you are then stop reading this review and start enjoying this novel!