Think I bought this at the Community Shop for 50p. I don’t know either the author or his work, but you’ve got to be intrigued by someone who was a “police officer, motorcyclist and former rock band roadie turned Anglican vicar in the village of Cloughton, North Yorkshire.”
I like my fantasies dark and rooted in a specific, realistic setting. You can keep your fluffy feelgood fairylands. This particular setting, 18th century London, is right up my street. If I could go back in time, that’s where I’d go. The book even has a period map.
I’m within a hundred pages of finishing The Last Werewolf, good progress given my reading block. This one is next up.