Jul 022012
Shades of War

Anyone who knows me or who has read my review of Thief will already realise I am a big fan of Sarah-Jane Lehoux. I was therefore eagerly anticipating the release of her second novel, Shades of War, when it came out last year. Believe me, it wasn’t a disappointment.

Starting off in familiar territory, Sevy finds herself on a reluctant quest that leads her into the unexpected, meeting old friends and new enemies. Mind you, Sevy collects enemies like a stray dog collects fleas.

The plot snakes throughout the book ensnaring your imagination. Complex tales are told and the characters’ pasts are revealed through the layers of shed words. Prey and predator are taken on a sinuous journey culminating at a destination of pain intermingled with joy.

Shades of War is no less than a fabulous follow-up to Thief;  Masquerade, the third of the series, is due to be published later this year. I, for one, am eagerly awaiting Masquerade because I can confidently say thatthis world need more Sevy!

sarah-jane lehouxSarah-Jane Lehoux has always had a passion for storytelling. From grade school tales of cannibalistic ghosts, to teenaged conversations with God, to her latest fantasy adventures, she’s attempted to share her love of the quirky and unconventional with her readers.

Sarah-Jane currently resides in Ontario with her husband and horde of cats. With a degree in anthropology and a diploma in animal care, she is employed as a veterinary technician. In between wrestling with rottweilers and fending off fractious cats, she has continued to craft stories that will entertain and provoke. For more information, please visit www.sarah-janelehoux.com or follow @sarahjanelehoux on Twitter.

About Histrel

Born and bred in the UK, created two life forms. I'm a bit of a rock hen (not young enough to be a chick) who enjoys slaying dragons when not working as a freelance web designer or writing. I have a long-time passion for sci-fi/fantasy books, tv and films. 42 is my favourite number. I know where my towel is. I remember life before the internet, I don't know how I survived.

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