One of the things about living in a country where English is not the dominant language is that when books turn up at your local English-language bookstore, you snag them because there may not be another chance any time soon. (People will say that a quarter of the way through the twenty-first century, I am ignoring options for online shopping. Yes, I am.) For whatever reasons within the UK publishing business, T. Kingfisher aka Ursula Vernon is enjoying a publication renaissance there, and many of her works from the mid-2010s to the present are appearing on Berlin booksellers’ shelves for me to snap up. Since May, I have acquired ten, read three so far, am looking forward to the rest, and regret nary a penny spent.

The three that I have read so far — Paladin’s Grace, Swordheart and Clockwork Boys — all share a setting: the world of the White Rat. It’s a recognizably low-magic fantasy world, long on details that matter to the story but otherwise uncluttered by languages, magic systems, maps, plate tectonics or any of many dozens of other things that can fill up a novel without filling out the characters or their stories. Kingfisher is writing about people first and foremost, and while she brings the setting sufficiently to life for me to believe in it, her world is not likely to inspire its own reference works. One aspect that is important in all three is that the world’s gods are real and demonstrably active in human affairs. Some people, paladins called to service and clergy above all, have direct contact with the god they have chosen, or that has chosen them. Divine effects are not as reliable as science or other crafts, but enough of them are real that acknowledgement of the gods is close to universal.
As of this writing, there are three different series set in this world. The two Clocktaur War books tell of a terrifying semi-mechanical, semi-magical army that seems relentless in its ability to conquer the lands around the city where they first appeared. Swordheart came about when
my husband and I were in the kitchen and I was ranting about how much Elric—Michael Moorcock‘s Elric—whined about everything. “If you ask me,” I said, “the real victim was the sword Stormbringer. The sword had to listen to him whine and couldn’t leave. But does anybody ever ask the magic sword’s opinion? Noooo.” (p. 437)
Swordheart has a lot to say about what the magic sword thinks about everything going on nearby. Since its publication in 2018, it has been a standalone novel, though one that very much wants a sequel. Earlier this year, Kingfisher revealed that a sequel, titled Daggerbound, will be published in the second half of 2026. The third series is called The Saint of Steel, and so far there are four — Paladin’s Grace, Paladin’s Strength, Paladin’s Hope, Paladin’s Faith — out of an expected seven. On her web site, Kingfisher recommends reading them in the order just listed: Clocktaur, Swordheart, Paladins.
I didn’t do that.
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