Title: My Swordhand Is Singing
Author: Marcus Sedgwick
Publication: 2007 by Wendy Lamb Books
WHEN TOMAS AND HIS SON, Peter, settle in Chust as woodcutters, Tomas digs a channel of fast-flowing waters around their hut, so they have their own little island kingdom. Peter doesn’t understand why his father has done this, nor why his father carries a long, battered box, whose mysterious contents he is forbidden to know. But Tomas is a man with a past: a past that is tracking him with deadly intent, and when the dead of Chust begin to rise from their graves, both father and son must face a soulless enemy and a terrifying destiny.
What I Thought About It . . .
With so much vampire fiction flooding the market nowadays, it is difficult to discover something enjoyable to read if you don’t fancy a story with romantic notions regarding the undead. This makes discovering something like Marcus Sedgwick’s novel a treat because we have vampires that are based upon folklore and not Hollywood fantasies.
The prose is simple and straightforward. I think this will appeal to many, but personally I would have liked more descriptions. Still that is just how I am because I like to feel the setting of a place in great detail. Much is left to the reader’s imagination, but I suppose I need to remember what audience this book is written for so I cannot fault it on that point since it is my own likings that require this of books.
The terror starts swiftly in the opening chapter with a gruesome death and then builds up again as Peter realizes the horror around him is not merely peasant superstitions. I do enjoy how the author has drawn on the traditional folklore that surrounded these creatures for centuries. And they are wonderful predators instead of misunderstood romantics!