A- #AudioBookReview: What Stalks the Deep by T. Kingfisher

A- #AudioBookReview: What Stalks the Deep by T. KingfisherWhat Stalks the Deep (Sworn Soldier, #3) by T. Kingfisher
Narrator: Avi Roque
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via NetGalley
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: Dark Fantasy, fantasy, Gothic
Series: Sworn Soldier #3
Pages: 192
Length: 5 hours and 52 minutes
Published by Macmillan Audio, Tor Nightfire on September 30, 2025
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The next installment in the New York Times bestselling Sworn Soldier series, featuring Alex Easton investigating the dark, mysterious depths of a coal mine in America.
Alex Easton does not want to visit America.
They particularly do not want to visit an abandoned coal mine in West Virginia with a reputation for being haunted.
But when their old friend Dr. Denton summons them to help find his lost cousin—who went missing in that very mine—well, sometimes a sworn soldier has to do what a sworn soldier has to do...

My Review:

Lieutenant Alex Easton (Retired), late of the Gallacian Army, would much prefer to remain in Paris. Among the very tempting fleshpots and far, far away from the cold and dreariness back home in Gallacia. A place they never wanted to return to, and really don’t want to go back to ever again after doing just that in the adventures detailed in What Feasts at Night.

However, as a ‘sworn soldier’, even a retired one, Alex will override their preferences when a clear duty is presented to them. Which has just occurred in the form of a telegraph, from America of all places. One of the people who aided Easton during the dire events of What Moves the Dead, Dr. James Denton, has asked Alex for his help.

Denton hasn’t told Alex much – after all, it’s a telegram. Meaning that a) every Tom, Dick and Harry can read the contents every single step of the way, and b) every word costs a pretty penny and neither Denton nor Easton has ever been able to throw THOSE around with abandon.

Easton remembers all too well the horrors of their first meeting with Denton at the house of their mutual friends, Madeline and Roderick Usher. Alex knows nothing about America, and has no skills as an investigator. Which means that Denton needs them for the dubious skills that they do have. Or more likely the skills that they have with dark, dubious and dangerous things, such as the fungus that made the dead walk at the Usher house.

Which is, as Easton and his redoubtable aide-de-camp Angus discover upon arrival, EXACTLY what Denton needs them for. Denton’s cousin is missing, seemingly lost in an abandoned mine. After sending Denton a series of increasingly bizarre letters about missing supplies, marvelous caverns – and lights in the deep. Culminating in a long, EXPENSIVE telegraph telling Denton to forget the whole thing.

Which, of course, he doesn’t. Who could after all that?

Denton needs the help of someone who isn’t going to waste time pretending that whatever is happening isn’t what’s actually happening. He needs Easton’s proven ability to accept the impossible – and they both will likely need the hyper-competent and long-suffering Angus to get them both out of the mess they ALL know they’re going to get into.

Because there are red lights in the deep, and whoever is behind those lights appears to be stalking them when they are in the mine, and leaving warning notes in their basecamp while they’re sleeping.

And it all comes down to yet another curious incident of a dog in the nighttime, and someone who just wants to go home every bit as badly as Easton wants to go back to Paris. If they all manage to get out of THIS horrifying situation without falling down a mineshaft. Or being eaten by a monster from the deep.

Escape Rating A-: I will read pretty much anything that T. Kingfisher writes – and I’ve been diving back into the stuff I missed before I found her. That includes her books that are in genres I’m not necessarily all that fond of, like this Sworn Soldier series which is Gothic horror.

It helps that the emphasis is on the ‘Gothic’ part of that equation rather than the horror, meaning that a lot of the story is about the dark atmosphere and the creeping dread. The end result isn’t necessarily horror, although it certainly feels like it as the story tiptoes forward with bated breath on the part of the characters as well as the reader.

Or, in this particular case, that impression is increased through the audio version, read marvelously by Avi Roque, as she has the whole series so far.

The story is told from inside Easton’s head, and Roque does an excellent job of embodying Easton’s voice and the constant meanderings and continuous asides that make the character so distinctive. If you like Easton as a character, it’s fascinating to see the action from their point of view, including the times when Easton is going through a situation common to soldiers, stuck in ‘hurry up and wait’ mode. If that voice doesn’t work for you, the series might not either.

(I am personally convinced that Easton’s voice in this series, like Anja in Hemlock & Silver, Sam in A House with Good Bones and Halla in Swordheart, IS the voice of and avatar for the author herself. If you like her voice through one of her protagonists, you’ll probably love them ALL as much as I do. But the reverse is probably also true.)

Clearly it works for me. I was more than happy to ride along inside Easton’s head, even though their situation was one that I wouldn’t want to be in. On the other hand, neither do they, so I was right there with them every step of the way – no matter how faltering those steps might occasionally be.

Ironically, in my review of the first book, What Moves the Dead, I commented that I wouldn’t have been surprised if Cthulhu turned up because the Great Old One would at least be a monster that they could simply kill. While Cthulhu isn’t at the bottom of the Hollow Elk mine, the horrors of this story are based on the shoggoths of Lovecraft’s At the Mountains of Madness, just as What Moves the Dead had its roots in Poe’s “The Fall of the House of Usher” and What Feasts at Night owes its monsters to Eastern European folklore.

Like all the books in this series so far, the horror isn’t exactly what it appears to be – until it is. And even then, it still isn’t. Exactly. Which is what makes this series so much fun for this reader. I get the thrills of horror without getting too deeply into the actual horror. That’s partly because so much of Easton’s fear is wrapped up in their circumstances, in this case the very real dangers of mines and mining in the late 19th century. There are plenty of real fears to contend with even before they get to the thing that might or might not be a monster.

It’s even better that I get to take the journey with a character I find wryly amusing in the worst circumstances, and fascinating throughout. Which means that I’ll be right there with Alex Easton again, the next time they find themselves in the middle of something they’d really rather not be in the middle of. Again. No matter how much Easton would rather not be there themself.

A- #AudioBookReview: What Feasts at Night by T. Kingfisher

A- #AudioBookReview: What Feasts at Night by T. KingfisherWhat Feasts at Night (Sworn Soldier, #2) by T. Kingfisher
Narrator: Avi Roque
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via NetGalley
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: horror, Dark Fantasy, fantasy, Gothic
Series: Sworn Soldier #2
Pages: 160
Length: 5 hours and 2 minutes
Published by Macmillan Audio, Tor Nightfire on February 13, 2024
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The follow-up to T. Kingfisher’s bestselling gothic novella, What Moves the Dead .

Retired soldier Alex Easton returns in a horrifying new adventure.

After their terrifying ordeal at the Usher manor, Alex Easton feels as if they just survived another war. All they crave is rest, routine, and sunshine, but instead, as a favor to Angus and Miss Potter, they find themself heading to their family hunting lodge, deep in the cold, damp forests of their home country, Gallacia.

In theory, one can find relaxation in even the coldest and dampest of Gallacian autumns, but when Easton arrives, they find the caretaker dead, the lodge in disarray, and the grounds troubled by a strange, uncanny silence. The villagers whisper that a breath-stealing monster from folklore has taken up residence in Easton’s home. Easton knows better than to put too much stock in local superstitions, but they can tell that something is not quite right in their home. . . or in their dreams.

My Review:

It’s not mushrooms this time. Not that there isn’t something creeping around the old hunting lodge that retired soldier Alex Easton inherited from their family in the remoter parts of their native Gallacia. And not that Easton isn’t still experiencing PTSD and a whole, entire and entirely justified case of the collywobbles at even the thought of anything that might possibly have to do with mushrooms after the fungus-powered monstrosities in Easton’s first outing, What Moves the Dead.

In fact, after the events in What Moves the Dead, it’s not at all surprising that Easton is searching for a bit of peace and quiet. It’s just a surprise that they’ve gone home to Gallacia to find either of those things. Because it is clear from Easton’s opening remarks regarding this trip to their homeland, the whys and wherefores of the whole thing, and their thoughts and feelings about Gallacia and anything to do with it that they would much rather have stayed in Paris.

As Easton makes VERY clear on the way to that hunting lodge they haven’t visited in the past ten years, at least in the conversation they are having with themselves inside the confines of their own head, they are feeling very put upon by this whole trip. Their reluctance, at least, is apparent in the conversation they are having aloud, the one between themselves, their very good horse Hob, their batman and general factotum Angus, and Angus’ mustache, which seems to convey rather strong opinions of its own in spite of not actually being able to say a word.

Besides, it’s all Angus’ fault. Well, Angus’ fault as well as Easton’s own sense of propriety – no matter how much they’d like to let THAT go hang itself at the moment. Because Eugenia Potter, that redoubtable English mycologist who so ably assisted them with the fungal infestation in the House of Usher in What Moves the Dead, has been invited to Gallacia to observe the local fungi, with Easton as her ostensible host.

Honestly, it’s to further Miss Potter’s romance with Angus, but no one is admitting that. It wouldn’t be proper.

Easton planned to arrive at the lodge a few days ahead of Miss Potter, expecting to find the place in reasonable shape, just needing a bit of restocking and tidying up. That’s how Easton remembers it from the last time they were there. But Easton also remembers a caretaker taking care of the place, a caretaker that Easton has been paying a salary to for years and years, and as recently as the preceding month.

So, it’s obvious when Easton and Angus arrive that things are not quite what they expected. The house is a mess, the caretaker is a few months dead, and no one seems to be willing to be employed to help Easton and Angus get the place cleaned up and cleaned out, in spite of the good wages in hard currency that Easton is more than willing to pay in this poverty-stricken village where those things are seldom seen or even heard of.

Which is the point where Easton should have rescinded the invitation to Miss Potter and run back to Paris as fast as their horse’s legs could carry them. Because there’s something uncanny about the caretaker’s death, and there’s something dangerous haunting the old hunting lodge.

At least, this time, it’s not mushrooms.

Escape Rating A-: I’m not sure whether to say that What Feasts at Night isn’t quite as creepy as What Moves the Dead, or to say that it is even creepier. Let’s say I’m creeping along that fence and not sure which side I’ll fall off onto.

What Moves the Dead was a creepy story that turned out to be a bit more scientifically inclined than anything that happens within it might lead the reader to expect.

What Feasts at Night, very much on the other hand, reads much more like a fever dream story about pneumonia and PTSD. Or a ghost story about PTSD. Or a nightmare about a ghost that’s strangely cured or killed through PTSD that only masquerades as being about pneumonia. Or all of the above.

The fever dream aspects of the story, particularly as the pneumonia, or the wandering local vampire/ghost creeps its way into the dreams of both Alex Easton and the grandson of the bitter old woman they finally manage to hire to take care of the house, manage to both make the story even creepier AND slow it down at the same time. Because for the longest time not much happens except in dreams and that’s not a quick process until the end. Not helped at all by the fact that no one local will really EXPLAIN anything about what might be happened, and Easton clearly didn’t get told the right stories when they were growing up.

But at that point, where the dream and the ghost and Easton’s PTSD all emerge on the same battlefield, it’s chilling and riveting and every frightening thing the reader has been expecting all along. It just feels like it takes a while to get there. But then, that’s what dreams do.

One thing that does kick the story along, frequently, often, and with more than a bit of a rueful laugh, is that it’s clear from the volume of conversations that Easton has with themself that the author has never met a Fourth Wall she wasn’t more than willing to batter her way through head first, whether using her protagonist’s head or even her own.

Which is one of the things that made listening to What Feasts at Night so much creepy fun, as the narrator, Avi Roque, has a rough, smoky voice that is perfect for Easton as it lets us inside their wry, sarcastic, self-deprecating head even as they tell both themselves and us that they realize that they should have known better at so many points along the way of the story they are now telling, if only they hadn’t let their logic get in the way of observing what was actually happening around them.

I enjoy Alex Easton’s voice, even when I’m not nearly so certain about the story they are telling. Horror is not my jam, but in this case I’m here for the characters, and Easton’s perspective is compelling even when the story they are in the middle of is creeping me right the hell out.

Review: What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher

Review: What Moves the Dead by T. KingfisherWhat Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher
Format: eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: horror
Series: Sworn Soldier #1
Pages: 176
Published by Tor Nightfire on July 12, 2022
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From the award-winning author of The Twisted Ones comes a gripping and atmospheric retelling of Edgar Allan Poe's classic "The Fall of the House of Usher."
When Alex Easton, a retired soldier, receives word that their childhood friend Madeline Usher is dying, they race to the ancestral home of the Ushers in the remote countryside of Ruritania.
What they find there is a nightmare of fungal growths and possessed wildlife, surrounding a dark, pulsing lake. Madeline sleepwalks and speaks in strange voices at night, and her brother Roderick is consumed with a mysterious malady of the nerves.
Aided by a redoubtable British mycologist and a baffled American doctor, Alex must unravel the secret of the House of Usher before it consumes them all.

My Review:

I always thought it was cordyceps that was generally responsible for the zombie apocalypse, but not this time. Or probably not this time. After all, even at the end, we don’t know which genus and species is making the dead move.

But there’s definitely a fungus responsible for everything that has gone wrong with the House of Usher in What Moves the Dead. Because the dead are definitely moving – even if the rational and even scientific minds of the late 19th century are having a seriously difficult time with the old Sherlock Holmes aphorism. You know the one I mean, the one that goes, “Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”

And the truth is that no one really wants to think about what is making so many of the animals around the house – and some of the humans inside it – move as if they are dead. Or even after they seem to be, well, dead.

Lieutenant Alex Easton, late of the Gallacian Army, has come to visit a dying friend. Whatever they expected to find in the house of Madeline and Roderick Usher, it wasn’t what they actually found. It’s been nearly 20 years since they’ve all seen each other, and there are days when Easton feels every single one of those years – but both Maddy and Roderick – who Easton knows are roughly their own age – look as if they’ve aged twice as many years as have actually passed.

And both their faces have the waxen pallor of imminent death.

Easton wants to find a cure – or at least a reprieve, and enlists the assistance of Maddy’s American doctor, a redoubtable local Englishwoman with an almost obsessive interest in mushrooms, and their own batman turned (ex-military) aide-de-camp and general factotum – who has carried them out of worse and deadlier scrapes than this one initially seems to be.

But initial impressions can be, and in this case certainly are, deceiving.

How does one even begin to fight a mushroom who wants to explore the world of humanity – one body at a time?

Escape Rating A+: This didn’t go any of the places I thought it would – even after reading a synopsis of Edgar Allan Poe’s classic short story, The Fall of the House of Usher. (I know I read it in school, but that was a long time ago.)

I’ll admit that there were points where I kind of expected Cthulhu to rise out of that damn lake. The Great Old One might honestly have been a relief. At least Cthulhu is a creature that retired soldier Easton might have a hope of fighting.

While I don’t generally like horror, I very much do like T. Kingfisher’s work, as evidenced by my reviews of Nettle & Bone, A Wizard’s Guide to Defensive Baking and Paladin’s Grace. I like her stuff even when I’m not all that fond of the genre it’s in, like this book and The Hollow Places.

What made this work for me is that it’s very much the author’s voice – which means that the story is driven by its signature characters. Not that there’s not a strong sense of creeping dread through the whole thing, but rather than the creep and the dread and the reason to keep going through both of those feelings is that the reader is invested in the characters – especially Easton and that redoubtable English mycologist, Eugenia Potter.

It’s Easton’s head that we’re in throughout the story, and it’s a fascinating place to be. For one thing, they never take themselves too seriously. And they are very good at thinking but not actually saying all the things that give the reader plenty of rueful laughs, generally at Easton’s own expense. They aren’t the hero of this tale, and they don’t pretend to be. But they ARE the person who gets things done – always with the fully acknowledged assistance of their friends, comrades and fellow travelers.

One of the bits that made them so much fun as a character is the way that their very existence both pokes fun at gender norms and exposes them for the idiocy that they frequently are at the same time. It’s not always easy for them to deal with, but it is in its own unique way simple. They are, due to a peculiarity in their native language, a soldier. And soldier is a non-gendered pronoun in Gallacian. (So what they have in their pants or what they prefer in their bed is immaterial to their address and identification – except to the impolitely curious.)

As a reader, I didn’t need the answers to those questions. I simply liked Easton, their perspective and their attitude, quite a lot and wouldn’t mind at all if they turned up in another one of the author’s works.

Because I’ll be there for it. No matter what is making the dead move the next time around. Or, for that matter, the living.