Song of Oestend. Absolutely loved it. And so it felt so good
to be back in the land of the wraiths and that harsh prairie again.
This story is Dante’s and, to a lesser degree, it is Frances’ too. I loved Frances in the first book and so desperately wanted to follow his story. I had to dip back into Song of Oestend to refresh my memory on the characters, especially Dante, and then it all came back to me -how totally miserable and mean he was, filled with so much anger and hatred.
The story begins with Dante cast out, utterly alone, vulnerable and riddled with shame and guilt. And that’s
one of my weaknesses right there. I love stories of redemption and forgiveness. How the underdog (and this story has a good few) can stand up and be counted, how love, in its many mysterious forms, can transform and heal.
An entrancing story, beautifully and sensitively told.
Highly, highly recommended.