The Last Smile in Sunder City, by Luke Arnold (2020)
tl;dr: don't waste your time and brain cells.
I bought this in a hurry and now I can't think why. (I'm hoping it was secondhand.)
It is an extremely grimdark, noir detective story. Alternate history, post-disaster. The world used to be filled with magic, until greedy people tried to gain control of the source.
Spoiler because I'm warning you off:
the attempt resulted in the death of the goddess who was the source of all magic.
The world has been crumbling ever since. Magical being mostly died. Survivors lost their powers. Elves aged into nothingness. Vampires lost the ability to fly, to command, and their fangs fell out. They also stopped being vulnerable to sunlight, but retained longevity. Dwarves continued to do normal metalwork. Etc.
The protagonist is one of the humans who were present at the death of the goddess.
He scrapes by as the cliched detective, drunken, living in his office, with a sign: Man For Hire.
His investigations get him beaten up to a typically noir absurd degree while he reveals the history of various groups. There is no happy ending, only the destruction of various criminals.
Apparently there was a sequel.
My copy is paperback. I intend to put it in the paper recycling.
tl;dr: don't waste your time and brain cells.
I bought this in a hurry and now I can't think why. (I'm hoping it was secondhand.)
It is an extremely grimdark, noir detective story. Alternate history, post-disaster. The world used to be filled with magic, until greedy people tried to gain control of the source.
Spoiler because I'm warning you off:
the attempt resulted in the death of the goddess who was the source of all magic.
The world has been crumbling ever since. Magical being mostly died. Survivors lost their powers. Elves aged into nothingness. Vampires lost the ability to fly, to command, and their fangs fell out. They also stopped being vulnerable to sunlight, but retained longevity. Dwarves continued to do normal metalwork. Etc.
The protagonist is one of the humans who were present at the death of the goddess.
He scrapes by as the cliched detective, drunken, living in his office, with a sign: Man For Hire.
His investigations get him beaten up to a typically noir absurd degree while he reveals the history of various groups. There is no happy ending, only the destruction of various criminals.
Apparently there was a sequel.
My copy is paperback. I intend to put it in the paper recycling.