I know, I still haven't posted about the Fantasycon. Keep meaning to each year, and then keep forgetting. Sorry, must try harder. In my defence, my home internet's been erratic lately.
Anyway, yesterday morning I wake up from a dream where someone's been frantically ringing my doorbell and banging on the front door. No-one there, but there is a message on my phone, left around the same time. One of my friends has been browsing through the book reviews in the Daily Telegraph.
Tide Of Souls is there.
And it's got four stars.
I damn near fell off my perch.
As a stauch socialist, it's rare to see me reading the Telegraph, let alone buying it, but I steeled myself and bought a copy from the local newsagents.
From the review:
This sounds like a plot for the computer game Resident Evil, and with lashings of violence and gore, it could easily be dismissed as lurid pulp fiction, but it is saved by the quality of the writing. Simon Bestwick writes with great imaginative flair and an excellent grasp of colour and narrative pace.
So... (gulp) thank you Daily Telegraph, and reviewer Peter Ingham.
Chris W. and others will be glad to note I managed to get through this whole post without squeeing once...