This debut novel begins with an epigram from Russian poet Osip Mandelstam that beautifully encapsulates the trials Investigator VissarionLom faces in his alternate Russia. The reader experiences the strange new world, in which reality slips and shifts, through the points of view of the investigator; a terrorist bent on sowing chaos; and an inhuman otherworld presence, among others. One shorthand way to describe this might be Mievielle meets Martin Cruz Smith meets K.W. Jeter – it’s more than all those, but evocative of the extraordinarily weird setting, the frustrating police procedural, and the noir and steampunk elements.
A noteworthy first endeavor.
– Maryelizabeth— From Maryelizabeth's Past Reviews
"An amazing, fast-paced story in a fantasy world poised dangerously on the edge of quantum probability, a world where angels war with reality"—Peter F. Hamilton
"Sentient water, censored artists, mechanical constructs, old-fashioned detective work, and the secret police are all woven together in this rich and fascinating tapestry."—Publishers Weekly
"I absolutely loved WOLFHOUND CENTURY. Higgins's world is a truly original creation, Russian cosmism and Slavic mythology filtered through steampunk and le Carre. What really captured me was his beautiful style and language: his metaphors and associations flow smoothly like the waters of the Mir, and, like Lom without his angel stone, make you see the world in a new way."
"Like vintage Mieville or Vandermeer, but with all the violent narrative thriller drive of Fleming at his edgiest. I fell into Wolfhound Century and devoured it in three days flat.Peter Higgins is a great discovery, a gifted writer with a route map to some fascinating new dark corners of the imagination, and a fine addition to the contemporary fantasy canon."
"A dark new Soviet alternate history with angels... an alternate history that will grab you by the lapels and snap you to attention."—i09.com
"A brilliant exploitation of the power of fantasy: the tender green soul of Russian history set free for uncanny battle with its grey, gunmetal carapace."—Francis Spufford