“They were always there; you could just never see them…”

My Swordhand is Singing in my opinion is a fabulous piece of writing, and brings back the words “Gothic Horror”.

This book is the only book that I have reviewed so far that is worthy of the title “Carnegie Shortlisted”. The action starts off fast: a man in a wood who dies in such a way that even the most bloodthirsty reader would want to turn their head!

This book is excellent; I give it 8/10.