Astonishing fairy tale fantasy novel told through a series of loosely connected short stories. The stories could, in most cases, stand alone, but when taken as a whole, well, it's greater than the sum of its parts. The place and time are fictional, think Wales and the Dark Ages, and just about anything can happen. This is a story about women and how they saved the world's knowledge that is so bewitching that it is hard to compare it to anything else. [a:Angela Carter|27500|Angela Carter|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1397683766p2/27500.jpg] comes to mind and maybe a little [a:Neil Gaiman|1221698|Neil Gaiman|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1234150163p2/1221698.jpg] but maybe as good as (or better?) than anything Gaiman ever wrote. The tenuous relationship from story to story and the non-linearity of the overall narrative almost demand rereading to get the most out of it. Beautifully produced by Tartarus Press, this edition is well out of print, but more affordable editions are available anyway. ( )

Always clear and hauntingly beautiful, Angela Slatter can be realistically called one of the masters of the short fiction form, balancing earthy and detailed characters and settings that suck you in against chillingly dreadful stories of degradation, revenge, and magic.

Each story is poetry, but what really gets to me is the fact that each story in this collection, as with Sourdough, are connected.

Not all of them are obviously connected, and in fact, between these two books, they range over great spans of time and different towns and cities, not to mention so many different characters who sometimes show up as old people in other's tales or towns whose fates have gone the way of the dodo... usually because of the envents in the previous story.

Can I recommend this even more, and gloriously so? Absolutely! I'm a huge fan of world building in all its formats, but this stuff is the thing of cathedral stained glass and carefully tended trellises of roses.... with a very, very, dark bent.

I know people keep saying that she's been retelling old myths and fairy tales, but I want to say that she's gone one or two steps further. She's created brand new myths to enrich and enhance the old, even writing with such heart and passion as to put all other similar attempts to shame.

I can see myself reading and rereading these books for a very long time to come. They're so rich and wild and vibrant and deep. Because there's so much going on beneath the surface and in the wild world in general, and we're stuck within a very limited PoV locked within her own extremely interesting story, it's often hard to figure out exactly *when* we are in the wider tales, save for key events that show up in brief conversations or expositions, but one thing is certain: careful reading and perahps a rather large diagram or two can probably lay it all out for us.

Angela Slatter is a very clear and beautiful writer. That bears repeating. She's also telling some of the most haunting tales I've ever read.

But here's the best part: she never assumes we're stupid. She leaves the lion's share of the undercroft for us to explore for ourselves while the main characters dance above the graves of this old church.

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I'll be a dissenting voice: I thought her prose was lovely (most of the time) but that the stories themselves weren't particularly engaging and tended to run together. For a fuller explanation, see here. ( )