The Iron Hunt

Initially, the premise put forth in that first little blip was enough to snag me. And then, of course – hello? – cover awesomeness. Tattoos that become demons . . . sweet. Then there was the fact that I read Ms. Liu’s novella ‘Minotaur in Stone’ in the Hotter Than Hell anthology and was severely impressed. And I’m hard to impress. So, on to the Iron Hunt.

Unlike a few other reviewers I’ve read, I haven’t read the Dirk and Steel series, so I didn’t really have any expectations other than for the writing to stand out as it did in the anthology. From that aspect, Ms. Liu does not disappoint. What can I say? I’m a sucker for good writing and she is simply masterful with prose in a way that galls me to the bone with envy. I simply get lost in her words, her imaginative metaphors and the way she can evoke images and emotions like she’s plucking heart strings if you let her. This was one of those rare books where I did not skip a word – not a single one, because I had never, ever read anything like it.

Add to this hypnotic prose a story rooted in deep ancient myth, with references that – I’ll admit – made me feel under-educated, but left me no less captivated, as well as a crew of characters that were refreshingly UNIQUE and I was a gonner for the day and a half it took me to devour it.

As far as the story goes, it followed no conventions, and that in and of itself is what I value. Much of that is due to the characters. Maxine is a reluctant but tough hero, determined to get some happiness of her gritty life, which she already pretty much knows is scrapped. Her journey takes her into the past (literally) and into other dimensions, where she hits rock-bottom (again, literally) and finds out what she’s really made of. Her boyfriend Grant is softspoken and gentle, with a fascinating gift, able to charm those unfortunate souls being fed upon by demon parasites and in some cases even rehabilitate them by playing his pipe. And the boys . . . well, let me just say that I wish I had some of my own. Even though they barely spoke, they were ever-present, and well-loved by the time the story was through.

Even Maxine’s mother and grandmother managed to capture my attention and curiosity, simply through memories. Not to mention a demon with blades for feet, who you’re not sure is good or bad, but he makes the hair on your arm stand up either way; and an intriguing, reluctant immortal protector (with a backstory I simply must find out more about) who makes his first appearance by pushing Maxine in front of a bus. (I know – you’ll just have read it to get what I’m saying.)