Welcome to the Midlands of England, to the sleepy little town of Brackenford, where Trev Irwin, realtor, is drafted into supernatural service. Mr. Irwin, having never even wrestled a crocodile, was completely unprepared for the existence of the supernatural.
This book sets up an urban fantasy of vampires, ghouls, ghosts, werewolves, and much more all precariously balanced against each other and humanity. It's unique and well done.
I loved the plethora of differing British accents represented! I would buy this as an audiobook in a heartbeat.
I absolutely adored the talking cat and liked the talking swords. There isn't enough of this in fantasy.
What I didn't like: the MC was so rude and that's just not something Americans expect out of Brits.
Turns out there are two kinds of male Brits, there are gentlemen and there are blokes. Trev was raised by a gentleman but chose to be a bloke. I spent quite a bit of this book hoping for a Firthing.
What I hated: the most disgusting book I've ever read was The Devourers in which the word piss is used 32 times. This book used it 29 times. I don't believe it was ever used literally but it was used liberally.
Taking a term for urination and using it out of context was funny the first time and only the first time. Every time after the word got smellier. I don't know if this is a case of Midland blokes proclivity for yellow language or if the author just fell in love with a word, like snort in Fish & Chips.
A good start to series. Trevor Irwin progresses in the book from wanker to git; if he can do that in a week he should be nice guy by book three, lol.
Note from future self - these books get better and better!
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