A review by Amanda.
I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for a fair and honest review.
This review may contain spoilers from previous books in the series.
October’s night started with happiness and fun. Her Fetch sister May insisted on throwing a bachelorette party to celebrate Toby’s upcoming wedding to Tybalt, King of Cats. Many of Toby’s friends, including some unexpected guests, have come to drink, celebrate, and sing karaoke in her honor. It isn’t long after they arrive back home in the wee hours of the morning that things take a turn for the worse. Toby’s reclusive mother, known to other fae as Amandine the Liar, shows up on her doorstep with insults and a request; she wants to hire Toby to find her older daughter, August, who has been missing for more than 100 years. In a horrific act of magic, Amandine ensures Toby’s cooperation by capturing Tybalt and Jazz, May’s Raven-maid girlfriend, trapping them in their animal forms and taking them away with her. Now October has no choice but to do as her mother commands. To make matters more complicated, she must enlist the help of someone who knew August well; she must wake Simon Torquill, the man who turned her into a fish and left her that way for fourteen years, and trust that his love for his daughter is stronger than his hatred of Toby. Their search will lead them in unexpected directions and may bring them more questions than answers.
The Brightest Fell is the eleventh book in the October Daye series and it is the strongest yet, both in plot and in character development. Emotionally, Toby and friends are put through the ringer. The writing is beautifully done and captures the emotions so clearly that readers can’t help but empathize. The plot takes several strides forward in this book, heading determinedly towards the presumed end goal. A few long-standing questions are finally answered, but more arise to keep the reader guessing. There is also a strong sense of adventure throughout Toby’s quest to find August, with several exciting and harrowing moments. Overall, this is another fantastic book in the October Daye series, and each book seems to be better than the last. If that trend continues, I cannot wait to see where the next one leads!
My rating: 5/5 stars.
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October Daye #11
IBSN:9780756413316 | DAW Hardcover| $26.00
Contains an original bonus novella, Of Things Unknown!
Things are slow, and October “Toby” Daye couldn’t be happier about that. The elf-shot cure has been approved, Arden Windermere is settling into her position as Queen in the Mists, and Toby doesn’t have anything demanding her attention except for wedding planning and spending time with her family.
Maybe she should have realized that it was too good to last.
When Toby’s mother, Amandine, appears on her doorstep with a demand for help, refusing her seems like the right thing to do…until Amandine starts taking hostages, and everything changes. Now Toby doesn’t have a choice about whether or not she does as her mother asks. Not with Jazz and Tybalt’s lives hanging in the balance. But who could possibly help her find a pureblood she’s never met, one who’s been missing for over a hundred years?
Enter Simon Torquill, elf-shot enemy turned awakened, uneasy ally. Together, the two of them must try to solve one of the greatest mysteries in the Mists: what happened to Amandine’s oldest daughter, August, who disappeared in 1906.
This is one missing person case Toby can’t afford to get wrong.
Seanan McGuire lives and works in Washington State, where she shares her somewhat idiosyncratic home with her collection of books, creepy dolls, and enormous blue cats. When not writing–which is fairly rare–she enjoys travel, and can regularly be found any place where there are cornfields, haunted houses, or frogs. A Campbell, Hugo, and Nebula Award-winning author, Seanan’s first book (Rosemary and Rue, the beginning of the October Daye series) was released in 2009, with more than twenty books across various series following since. Seanan doesn’t sleep much.
You can visit her at seananmcguire.com.
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October 9th, 2013
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. — William Shakespeare, Macbeth.
THE FETCH IS ONE of the most feared and least understood figures in Faerie. Their appearance heralds the approach of inescapable death: once the Fetch shows up, there’s nothing that can be done. The mechanism that summons them has never been found, and they’ve always been rare, with only five conclusively identified in the last century. They appear for the supposedly significant—kings and queens, heroes and villains—and they wear the faces of the people they have come to escort into whatever awaits the fae beyond the borders of death. They are temporary, transitory, and terrifying.
My Fetch, who voluntarily goes by “May Daye,” because nothing says “I am a serious and terrible death omen” like having a pun for a name, showed up more than three years ago. She was supposed to foretell my impending doom. Instead, all she managed to foretell was me getting a new roommate. Life can be funny that way.
At the moment, doom might have been a nice change. May was standing on the stage of The Mint, San Francisco’s finest karaoke bar, enthusiastically bellowing her way through an off- key rendition of Melissa Etheridge’s “Come to My Window.” Her live-in girlfriend, Jazz, was sitting at one of the tables closest to the stage, chin propped in her hands, gazing at May with love and adoration all out of proportion to the quality of my Fetch’s singing.
May has the face I wore when she appeared. We don’t look much alike anymore, but when she first showed up at my apartment door to tell me I was going to die, we were identical. She has my memories up to the point of her creation: years upon years of parental issues, crushing insecurity, abandonment, and criminal activities. And right now, none of that mattered half as much as the fact that she also had my absolute inability to carry a tune.
“Why are we having my bachelorette party at a karaoke bar again?” I asked, speaking around the mouth of the beer bottle I was trying to keep constantly against my lips. If I was drinking, I wasn’t singing. If I wasn’t singing, all these people might still be my friends in the morning.
Of course, with as much as most of them had already had to drink, they probably wouldn’t notice if I did sing. Or if I decided to sneak out of the bar, go home, change into my sweatpants, and watch old movies on the couch until I passed out. Which would have been my preference for how my bachelorette party was going to go, if I absolutely had to have one. I didn’t think they were required. May had disagreed with me. Vehemently. And okay, that had sort of been expected.
What I hadn’t expected was for most of my traitorous, backstabbing friends to take her side. Stacy—one of my closest friends since childhood—had actually laughed in my face when I demanded to know why she was doing this to me.
“Being your friend is like trying to get up close and personal with a natural disaster,” she’d said. “Sure, we have some good times, but we spend half of them covered in blood. We just want to spend an evening making you as uncomfortable as you keep making the rest of us.”
Not to be outdone, her eldest daughter, Cassandra, had blithely added, “Besides, we don’t think even you can turn a karaoke party into a bloodbath.”
All of my friends are evil.
As my Fetch and hence the closest thing I had to a sister, May had declared herself to be in charge of the whole affair. That was how we’d wound up reserving most of the tables at The Mint for an all-night celebration of the fact that I was getting married. Even though we didn’t have a date, a plan, or a seating chart, we were having a bachelorette party. Lucky, lucky me.
My name is October Daye. I am a changeling; I am a knight; I am a hero of the realm; and if I never have to hear Stacy sing Journey songs again, it will be too soon.
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