


Setting is a bit vague, however, not a known thing in Fantasy circles. Maybe if the language was scaled back a bit, there would’ve been greater punch to every time he cursed.

It detracted from the story, not making the tone any better than it already was. Profanity, though, showed up at the worst of times. I made it in the dark, in the streets, without a crew of courtiers clapping their support or a rule book to let me know procedure.’” “’I didn’t make my reputation stabbing noblemen on shaped grass. Children are killed, morals are grayed, and demons are released in this corner of Rigus, the capital of an ink-blotted empire. If you’re squeamish about violence and profanity, this is not the book for you. More importantly, however, Low Town is a story about the Warden, a man with a checkered past, just trying to survive till tomorrow, snort a vial of pixie dust, and trample downstairs for some eggs and coffee at noon.ġ st person being the narrative of this story, the Warden’s voice is central to the experience, all his black humor and cynicism working great. Maybe Noir Fantasy, making the crime feel and blackness of it all forefront, even if the magic, an integral part of Fantasy, is center to the mystery. With all the dark workings, the sarcasm, and the action aplenty, Low Town is not a work of Fantasy Noir. Many people have called this piece of literature “Fantasy Noir,” but I would argue that it isn’t that. But starting a war? Hell, starting a war is better than a night floating on Daeva’s honey.” Fighting a war ain’t fun-fighting a war is pretty miserable. We went to war because going to war is fun, because there’s something in the human breast that trills at the thought, although perhaps not the reality, of murdering its fellows in vast numbers. “I remember the lightning in the air and the lover bidding good-bye in the streets, and I can tell you what I think.
