Title: London Falling
Author: Paul Cornell
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publication Date: April 16, 2013
Format: Hardcover, 402 Pages
ISBN-10: 076533027X (Tor/Macmillan)
ISBN-13: 978-0765330277 (Tor/Macmillan)
Reviewed by: Candy
The dark is rising . . . Detective Inspector James Quill is about to complete the drugs bust of his career. Then his prize suspect Rob Toshack is murdered in custody. Furious, Quill pursues the investigation, co-opting intelligence analyst Lisa Ross and undercover cops Costain and Sefton. But nothing about Toshack’s murder is normal. Toshack had struck a bargain with a vindictive entity, whose occult powers kept Toshack one step ahead of the law – until his luck ran out. Now, the team must find a ‘suspect’ who can bend space and time and alter memory itself. And they will kill again. As the group starts to see London’s sinister magic for themselves, they have two choices: panic or use their new abilities. Then they must hunt a terrifying supernatural force the only way they know how: using police methods, equipment and tactics. But they must all learn the rules of this new game – and quickly. More than their lives will depend on it.
Quick & Dirty: This is truly a book about good versus evil and humanity versus monsters. Four cops receive the ability to see what is under the surface of our world and are the only ones who can stop the evil beings there from taking over our world.
Opening Sentence: Costain entered the service station and stopped when he saw Quill standing there, not even pretending to look at the chocolate bars displayed in front of him.
This story revolves around four cops and is told in each of their own “voices”. These four cops include Quill, Costain, Sefton, and Ross who are working on a case involving a major mobster. Out of the blue the mobster dies in a very mysterious and unnatural way. As the cops are trying to figure out what happened they stumble upon something that gives them the Sight. Now everywhere they look, they see real witches, ghosts, and things that most people only hear about in myths. One of these supernatural beings, a witch, is the culprit who killed Toshack, the mobster, and countless others, especially children. The only people who can stop her are Quill and his team. Along the way though they all have to sacrifice something of themselves to catch this evil witch and make sure she never harms another person ever again.
This story was ok. Paul Cornell is a good writer and it shows in his work. I could almost feel the cops fear and see the ghosts and other creatures they met. The problem was that I couldn’t really get drawn into the story. This could be because I could not relate to any of the characters. Also, it was a little too gruesome for my taste.
Each of the main characters has had hard lives and nothing has ever been easy for them. Quill is an alcoholic who would rather be at the bar than at home with his wife, but maybe there is more to this than even he realizes until it may be too late. Costain has always been the bad boy, the rotten egg and not until he receives the Sight and sees where he is headed after death does he decide that maybe he needs to change his life style. Sefton is a mulatto gay man who was cruelly picked on when he was growing up. Ross is the only female in the group and she has a very tragic past. When she was a teenager she came home to find her father hanging in his office. Ross knew it wasn’t a suicide, but no one listened. Turns out there was “something other” about his death that she learned about when she received the Sight.
I did like the fact that Paul Cornell added a dictionary in the back of his book for those of us who are very American and did not understand some of the Britain words he used in the story. I think many people would enjoy this book if they gave it a chance. It really is well written, but it is not my favorite book. Give this story a try, you may just enjoy it.
The blood exploded into Quill’s face. He fell with the force of it, hit the desk and then fell. Great gouts of blood, far too much, flew around him, covering furniture, the tape recorder, the room as if a bucket of it had been thrown over him. Quill managed to heave himself upright, and found blood still showering like rain. He was covered in it. So was the brief, who was yelling hysterically. Toshack, or what was left of Toshack- no, whole Toshack, for there he was, all of him- was just a mass of blood which had come from that mouth, that had burst from him, from his lolling dead head.
FTC Advisory: Tor/Macmillan provided me with a copy of London Falling. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.
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