Clever story of alien oppression and response to it, cunningly done by setting the story in Ireland.
A story that would have had me gripping the arms of my chair, had I not needed my hands to hold the book.
A little morsel, perhaps an intra-course palate cleanser, between the meatier fayre betwixt it sits.
A band of warriors on a quest. Except that the band of warriors is in fact a band of ne-er-do-wells who rub each other up the wrong way, use bad language, and generally just no nobility on offer.
A complex story, as you’d expected (and demand) from Broderick.
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