Lorelei – aka
Alfhild – is having a strange day. She discovers a naked
man standing near her rosebush. It all gets worse when she
learns that he is an Unseelie prince. All around her, the
familiar crumbles as she is swept into Cadfael’s world.
Everything takes a turn for the worse once Lorelei discovers
her half-brother Gulliver’s role in the continuing war
between the Seelie and Unseelie courts. Soon she will be
forced to claim her destiny and choose sides.
is a verdant cornucopia rife with Celtic legend and lore.
Meredith Holmes placed her heart and soul into this lush
novel. Every reference, symbol, and word is a literary
landscape of poetic escapism and fancy. I was submerged in
the lyrical intensity of the narrative, which carries an Old
World vibrancy while sustaining its modern flair through the
eyes and descriptions of Alfhild, the spirited contemporary
heroine. Each aspect is a lustrous maze, dazzling the mind
with otherworldly characters, peculiar ceremonies, dark
schemes and mystery captured in the passionate uncertainty
of love. Cadfael and Alfhild/Lorelei’s mating dance went on
a bit too long and proved a bit anticlimactic one
consummated. The build up and sexual tension was more
exquisite depths are plumbed and new avenues are explored,
the longer I read, I wasn’t certain if I knew where things
were coming or going. The desire to keep on towards the end
seemed downright hypnotic. My words may even be a bit
inadequate in describing Unseelie. This is a
rare, amazing, and thoroughly researched story. In a long
line of books from this genre, this one captures the deepest
realms of Faerie and the Fae without strangling you with
scholarly language until you can’t stay awake to decode
another sentence. Well done, Ms. Holmes.