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Saturday, 2 February 2013

The Feathered Man by Jeremy de Quidt


Publisher: David Fickling Books
Format: Hardback
Published1st November 2012
Number of Pages: 368
Book: For Review*
Genre: Historical, Horror, Mystery, Paranormal, Thriller, Suspense, Fantasy, Action-Adventure, YA
Recommended Age: 11+
Contains: Swearing, Violence, Death, Gruesome Blood, Guts and Gore, Despicable Adults
No Alcohol, Drug References
Author's Blog: Jeremy de Quidt

An exciting story of ancient curse, science and murder, that will chill you to the bone…
In a German town, long ago, lives a tooth-puller’s boy called Klaus.  It isn’t Klaus’s fault that he sees his master steal a diamond from the mouth of a dead man in Frau Drecht’s lodging house, or that Frau Drecht and her murderous son want it for themselves.
He has nothing to do with the Jesuit priest and his Aztec companion who turn up out of the blue looking for it, or the Professor of Anatomy who takes such a strange interest in it.  No, Klaus doesn’t want any trouble.
But when he finds himself with the diamond in his pocket, things really can’t get much worse – that is, until the feathered man appears.  Then they become a matter of life… and death.

                                                                   Review:
"Too much curiosity is a killing thing…”
Herr Kusselmann is a tooth puller.  He takes teeth from dead people and places them in the mouths of the living. 
Klaus is his servant, chosen for his beautiful white teeth.  Kindness is not the reason the street boy was hired.  Kusselmann has a violent motive, obviously. 
I mean, why does a street rat need teeth so white?
But more about that later.  Our story really begins in a loft - Frau Drechts' loft, to be precise. 
It's there Klaus sees his master pull a diamond from a dead man's tooth. 
Kusselmann doesn't tell Frau Drechts.  That's a mistake.  The one thing you should never, ever do is cross Frau Drechts - and her terrifying, murderous son. 
But they aren't the only ones after the diamond. 
The diamond Klaus finds in his possession. 
Yes, it all looks pretty dire.  
But, oh, it gets so much worse when the feathered man enters the equation... 
I do love a good spooktastic book and The Feathered Man was so awesomely spooky!  I was just like instantly hooked!  It was so brilliantly gruesome and utterly addictive.  I'm a pretty seasoned horror-creepy movie watcher and book reader, but even I found this one disturbing!  Probably not one to read in the middle of the night when it's raining.  You might be a wee by freaked out.  Just a warning!  But young and old teens alike will adore this deliciously dark and chilling book!
The characters were all very, very strong.  Some I liked.  Some I didn't.  Some scared md to death.  But all were very strong.  I did get a wee bit confused about which name was which minor character at times but it didn't affect my read much.  Nor did the fact that there were like four or five characters with names starting with 'K' - it wasn't real hard to keep track of them, surprisingly, even though I know others have had problems with that.  The main ‘K’ was Klaus, who had had a really, really hard life, poor kid.  He was quick, street smart and brave.  Liesel also had a really, really hard life.  She was caring, though, smart and determined.  And I really liked Marcus – Herr Assistant – because he was curious, did good sleuthing and was caring.  Karolus, on the other hand, scared the heebie jeebies outta me.  And the priest dude was creepy too. Or maybe that was just that creepy, blood eating little monkey...  Shudder.  And Frau Drechts was just horrid - I really hated her!  She was just a despicable human being. 
Basically, I either liked or was creeped out by the characters.  And the monkey.  Ugh…
The writing was very beautiful and super creepy.  It was all in third person, which meant less personal, but multiple characters to follow: yay!  De Quidt's visualisation was intense and amazing.  But the perspectives jumped a lot – we could have two, maybe more, POVs in a single paragraph.  It didn't bother me overly but it might be confusing.  I loved his repetition of: "Sometimes, you see, there just isn't a choice" which was a real moral and thought provoking aspect of the story.  And the plot, thanks to multiple characters to follow, was full of suspense: yay!  It was totally gripping.  It was also really weird, very bizarre and dreamlike.  It was very much a suspenseful mystery for most of the book, but near the end...  My God, it was just... um...  Whoa.  I barely have words for what it was.  Fast paced, terrifying, so freaking additive it was untrue.  And I had no idea how it could possibly end.  The end, btw?  Stunning. 
And the setting was very much gothic Victorian – very atmospheric and creepy.  You get that real Dickens-style of living.  You know: even when our lead kids wanted to do the right thing there was always that feeling that they needed to look out for themselves first because they knew no one else would.  I also loved how the streets of Germany blended with the dreamlike exotic jungle.  It was amazing. 
I should point out that there's quite a bit of gory stuff.  Ok, quite a lot gory.  And scary, disturbing stuff too.  So, not for the little ones, but early teens will love it.  We all know how the kids love the horror!  But the parents get something, y'know, besides the scary.  Now, it took a while to become evident, but there was a real philosophical feel to the book.  About faith and proof and religions.  About what happens when we die.  About whether the religion we believe in is the 'true' one, even though it is the one we believe.  Heavy stuff.  But de Quidt managed to write it all in in a way that was light as a feather (forgive the pun) even when it managed to wriggle its way into my head and just stick there, making me really think. 
The Feathered Man was an amazing, deeply disturbing, addictive book, one that had me hooked start to finish.  Even though I was thoroughly creeped out of my head, I stated up very, very late to finish it.  Needless to say, my dreams were deeply disturbing that night.  But it was worth it.  It was one heck of a book, totally twisted and totally addictive.  I can't wait for my next de Quidt!  


Star Rating:
4 Out of 5



Read this book if you liked:
The Toymaker by Jeremy de Quidt
This Dark Endeavour by Kenneth Opal


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Happy Reading
Megan
* This book was received from RandomHouse in exchange for an honest review

Friday, 2 November 2012

The Feathered Man Blog Tour: A Spooky Short Story by Jeremy de Quidt


Jeremy de QuidtI don't know about you guys, but I'm a real sucker for spooky stuff.  Give me a scary movie and I'm happy as Larry, give me a spooky book and I'm on Cloud Nine.  That's why I love Mr de Quidt's stories so much (you guys might know him as the author of The Toymaker)!  And it's why I'm so, so pleased to have him here today to launch his newest book, The Feathered Man - thank you RandomHouse for letting me take part!  So get ready to get back into the Halloween spirit with this spooky short story...

It must have been the couple of weeks before Christmas two years ago. I was looking for something small, some little present to put in a cracker. It’s a thing we do at Christmas; we make each other crackers and put something nice in them. It doesn’t have to be grand and it’s better than a plastic key ring or one of those whistles that everyone has to open before you can blow along to jingle bells. And it was looking for a small cracker-present that found me in a junk shop. I ought to say at this stage, that this is actually true. It’s really what happened. I was looking for something small, a cracker-present sized, and I’d been most ways round the shop and was about to leave when I saw on a shelf a small brass cat, no larger than a couple of thimbles, and I thought what a good idea that would be, and I picked it up and looked at it. It hadn’t seen a cloth for long time and the metal was dull and tarnished, and it was only as I held it that realised what an ugly thing it was; the cat’s back was hunched as if deformed, and its face - it’s actually hard to describe what it was about the expression that so was very wrong, but if you had asked me then I ‘d have said that it was one of a very tangible cruelty and malice. Who on earth would make such a thing? It made me feel quite uneasy. I put it straight back on the shelf. I’ve never felt so instant a repugnance for anything before. I turned my back and started out of the shop. But I hadn’t reached the door before I thought, ‘this is stupid. It’s a brass cat. It’s just the right size for the cracker.’ So I went back. It was still there on the shelf, just as I’d left it. Only this time I couldn’t even bring myself to touch it. It sat there looking at me and it might sound fanciful I know, but I was suddenly sure that if were to buy it, I would never be rid of it and something very bad would happen. So I left it on the shelf, I turned my back and I haven’t been into that shop since. All true.

That night when I climbed into bed I remembered the cat, and I felt a sense, almost like a wave of relief, that I hadn't been so stupid as to buy it. It was as though I’d been that close to something very bad happening and by a stroke of good fortune, it had passed me by.

I’ve often wondered about that cat - about how it had actually got there and who’d eventually bought it, and being the sort of writer I am, it frames a complete story in my head. What if that cat was bad luck - what if you’d saved your money for some small thing, seen it and bought it? Only when you’d got it home had you realised what a cruel thing it looked. But by then it would be on your bedroom shelf looking down on you when you turned out the light at night. And what then, if things started to go wrong for you? Small things at first, friends who’d liked you turning their backs on you. But then you started finding yourself being blamed for things you hadn’t done - not small things but serious ones, and life at home started to go wrong as well. And each time you went to bed there would be the cat on your bedroom shelf watching you. And finally you started to blame the cat, wish you’d never bought it. So you throw it away, you put it in the dustbin, and when you come home the bin’s empty and you feel so relieved, until you see the cat again on your shelf because your mum’s found it in the rubbish and put it back. So you throw it away again, this time from the bridge over the river on the way to school - remember things are still going all wrong for you - but when you get home in the evening you find when you open the drawer to get your night clothes out, that they’re wet when you pick them up - all the clothes in the drawer are, and when you look, there at the bottom of the drawer is the little brass cat.

So, how do you get rid of it? You can’t throw it away because it finds its way back. What if you give it away as a present? But how could you do that to someone - give them the bad luck that’s ruining everything for you? They say that a cat has nine lives so maybe the answer’s in that. Maybe you have to kill it nine times? But how on earth do you do that?

There’s a story there, and you know what? I’m very glad I didn’t buy that cat, because who knows, that story might just have turned out to be true.

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Eek!  Thank you so much for the majorly creepy story, Jeremy!  I'm definitely back in the mood for a scare after this!  I hope you guys liked it too!  Don't forget to check out the rest of the tour - it continues on the 4th on Serendipity Reviews.  Check out his books on Goodreads!  And enjoy the amazing books!