All sixteen-year-old Tommin wants is to make beautiful shoes and care for his beloved grandmother, but his insatiable need to steal threatens to destroy everything. Driven by a curse that demands more and more gold, he's sure to get caught eventually.
When mysterious Lorcan Reilly arrives in town with his "niece," Eve, Tommin believes the fellow wants to help him. Instead, Lorcan whisks him off to the underground realm of the Leprechauns, where, alongside Eve, he's forced to prepare to become one of them.
As Lorcan's plans for his "gold-children" are slowly revealed, Tommin and Eve plan their escape. But with Tommin's humanity slipping away, the fate-crossed pair has everything to lose unless they can find a way to outsmart a magical curse centuries in the making.
Oh how I loved The Gold-Son. Where have leprechauns been all my life? Well, except for my education from certain horror films and the cliche’d lucky charms that we all know and love, I didn’t expect this one to grab in the feels and take me on a journey.
A fantastical journey.
The lyrical narration of Gerard Doyle really took what was already a great story and elevated it to one that I will never forget. His lilting Irish accent lent such life to the characters. From Eva to Conner, Tommin, Lorcan (my favorite), and various other secondary characters.
A curse to become a leprechaun sounds bad and it truly is. Poor Tommin’s struggle to resist his gold lust was painful to listen to. His efforts to want to stay human were sometimes overshadowed by the greed that is running in his blood as well. Lorcan’s evil aspirations to become the leprechaun king bring a trio of misfits together.
When the end finally came, I found myself wishing for more. It was truly humbling and altogether sweet. I could have stayed this world forever.
Carrie Anne Noble is a new-to-me author and if all her books are like this, then count me in.
A Study in Brimstone
Sherlock Holmes is an unparalleled genius. Warlock Holmes is an idiot. A font of arcane power, certainly. But he’s brilliantly dim. Frankly, he couldn’t deduce his way out of a paper bag. The only thing he has really got going for him are the might of a thousand demons and his stalwart companion. Thankfully, Dr. Watson is always there to aid him through the treacherous shoals of Victorian propriety… and save him from a gruesome death every now and again.
I was drawn to this book because of the funny aspect of an idiot version of Sherlock Holmes. Thrown into this also, that he’s a Warlock, really spoke to me. Unfortunately, it did not completely live up to my expectations. Warlock Holmes is definitely unique, but not all there for me.
Spoiler alert: I haven’t actually read any Sherlock Holmes’ stories. That might make me unqualified to even write this review because I have nothing to compare it to, but hear me out.
While this whole story (or should I say multiple stories) are rather fun and pleasantly paranormal, I found that they were slightly over done or seemingly not done at all. While some parts lagged, there were some stories where I wished there were more. There are a total of 6 cases, all told by Watson’s POV. Now, I’ve seen enough television and movie Sherlock to know that Watson’s character stayed true to form.
The narrator, Robert Garson, had some fun takes on accents, especially that of Warlock Holmes whom he made into a bumbling idiot. There was a certain pet peeve for me and it was his pronunciation of words with ing endings. It sounded ink. So think of bumbling, but pronounce it like bumblink. It drove me nuts.
I’m not a hundred percent sure if I will be continuing with this series.
Have you read any books with leprechauns in them? Are you a fan of Sherlock Holmes?