by Cherie Priest.
Talk about the right book at the right time: a steampunk adventure with zombies. There will never be a better time for this book. Never. All she had to do was make sure she wrote the book well enough not to shoot herself in the foot. And it’s Cherie Priest, so you know that isn’t going to happen. (Or, if you don’t, you’ll turn around and read the Eden Moore series before you go any further.)
Hey. It’s not Shakespeare (I said, praising her with faint damns). But it’s solid and it’s good and I would toss this at anybody, whether they read SF/F or not. It’s even about the mother of a fifteen-year-old boy, and I would give it to the fifteen-year-old boys without feeling embarrassed that they’d think I was a fuddy duddy. I’d give it to my dad, who doesn’t read that much. I’d give it to my mom, who generally looks askew at SF.