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Sarah: I prophecy that in the Dragon/Human Three-Legged Race at this year’s Otherworldy Ren Faire, that man will fall down on his ass, and the dragon, having placed a bet against their team, will win enough to buy a biiiig roasting pit so as to cook his little human friend for dinner. Because damn, those thighs have a LOT of meat.

Candy: Dragon sodomy. DRAGON SODOMY. Oh fuck. The humanity.

And you know why his legs are so well-developed. I mean, c’mon. This guy’s equipment wouldn’t be nearly big enough to satisfy the needs of Draco, here.

Sarah: A man called Lust. An artist called Sucky. And a cover called Damn Hell That is Creepy as All Get Out.

I mean, what can be said about a Man called Lust that hasn’t been said already? The white hair, the dark eyebrows, the vacant, disturbed expression… the pants conveniently unbuttoned for easy access to Lust’s Lusty Lingam? It’s all just too much. I have to go lie down.

Candy: No, Sarah, don’t lie down! That’s exactly what he wants you to do! IT’S A TRAP!

Sarah: Apparently, she did a very tanned Jim Carrey SIM.

And I know what she didn’t do last summer - get a freaking haircut. 

Candy: Hmmm. The guy (and I use the term “guy” loosely, since he’s only vaguely human-ish) reminds me more of Willem Dafoe.

And I know who she did last summer, too. And so do the Dallas Cowboys. I’m just sayin’.

Sarah: I probably should be asking, “Is this a play on the word “seal?” Are they selkies? Is this a neat selkie sex novel I’d like?

But instead, my brain is too busy asking, “Is that a pair of dudes? Or chicks? I mean, the man-titty indicates SIMman, but the shapely waist indicates SIMFemme. The musculature of the stomach seems to indicate male, but then, the hair? The expression, the defined waist and flared hips?

What is this, an androgynous selkie novel? And why is the dude on the left humping that rock, anyway?

Candy: Wow. Somebody was really indulging in their Elijah Wood (man-titty edition) hard-on when creating this cover. Hey, speaking of fucking the rock--did you notice that the twin humps look vaguely like buttocks? The ugly truth is revealed: the selkies, they love to make Cave Troll snuff porn. Fucking selkies.

Brighid has become an essential part of the Clan MacCallan. As Huntress, she holds a position of respect within the clan, and as close friend of the Chieftan commands her own share of personal respect as well. It doesn’t hurt that, as I mentioned, half-horse or not, she’s pretty hot.

The Clan MacCallan has been left in a state of upheaval by the events told in Elphame’s Choice, and as this book begins, Elphame’s brother Cuchulainn has journeyed to the Wastelands to bring back the New Fomorians, a group of half-demon, half-human hybrid people whose lives were saved by Elphame. Elphame is worried for her brother, who is in deep mourning for his lost love, killed by one of the half-demon Fomorians. Brighid volunteers to journey to the Wastelands to accompany Cuchulainn as he leads the New Fomorians back to the clan castle in Partholon.

When Brighid arrives in the Wastelands to meet the hybrid New Fomorians, she finds that Cuchulainn is a fragment of his former self, and realizes that part of her assignment, though unspoken, is to lead Cuchulainn back to himself as she and Cu lead the New Fomorians back to Partholon to be a part of the Clan MacCallan.

And that is more than enough for a story, right? But wait! There’s more!

Brighid must also learn to embrace the part of herself that is her mother’s daughter, that is, the part of her that is a High Shaman and has a connection to the spirit realm. Having rejected her herd and her responsibility to follow her mother into the position of High Shaman, Brighid has also rejected the spirit world and tries to resist the signs, messages, and premonitions she receives. Unfortunately, resisting one’s destiny is not easily done.

Brighid’s Quest hinges neatly into two halves: Part One is the tale of Brighid’s first quest: leading the New Fomorians into Partholon with Cuchulainn, and realizing how she alone can help Cuchulainn heal himself from the grief that has literally fragmented his soul. Part Two is the tale of Brighid’s second quest, as she realizes her destiny and tries to find a balance between her new life in Clan MacCallan, and her destiny as High Shaman of the Dhianna Herd.

The unifying element to these two halves is Cuchulainn, the hero of the story. PC Cast has set up quite a challenge for herself, in that it is very difficult to make a hero out of a grieving man who has just lost his love. Often the lost love is too good to be believed, shallow, one-dimensional, or revealed to be evil. Brenna is none of these, and, to make matters more challenging, was a friend of Brighid, who is mourning her loss along with Cuchulainn. But on the journey from the Wastelands to Partholon, which parallels Cuchulainn’s journey back to himself, Brighid and Cuchulainn realize they have feelings for one another, and both must struggle with their attraction as well as their guilt over betraying Brenna’s memory. And all of this emotional acknowledgement has to be managed without turning the reader off entirely, especially readers who are coming from the prequel and who “know” Brenna.

The other challenge is that Brighid, by virtue of being a centaur, well, to be blunt, she’s half a horse! I read this book the first week home from the hospital, bit by bit between feedings, rocking, and figuring out a baby’s nap schedule, and it was really freaking difficult to put the book down and go tend to anything else. Not only is this a wonderfully told story, but dude, she’s half a horse and there’s some serious attraction between Brighid and Cuchulainn, who’s a human, i.e. not half a horse. The possible logistics of the love scene were dinner discussion between Hubby and myself, because, did I mention, she’s half horse?!

I won’t spoil the answer as to how the happy-happy happens, don’t worry.

Brighid’s Quest contained some of my very favorite romantic elements: an emotionally wounded hero who is afraid of risking his heart a second time; heroine who can heal him, though at great personal cost; and a journey that has to bridge two very different cultures - that last one happens multiple times in multiple combinations, between the New Formorians, the Clan humans, the centaurs, the spirit realm, and the Goddess Epona, the ruling deity over the entire group. But even as I frothed at the mouth (ha) to find out how Brighid and Cuchulainn would find happiness and how the New Fomorians would find a way to live with the distrustful human Clan members, I had to ask myself: is this a romance, or is this a hybrid itself?

While there are strong romantic elements to the story, I would have to argue that it is not a romance entirely. It’s more of a hybrid between romance, fantasy, and, if we readers were members of the Clan MacCallan, an epic tale as well. 

My one disappointment with the story is something of a spoiler, so as usual, if you don’t want to know, you know what not to do. Cuchulainn spends chapters struggling with his grief, his feelings of guilt over Brenna’s death, and then further feelings of guilt over his growing regard for Brighid. But when it comes time for him to admit that he cares for Brighid, and that he can choose a future with her, he arrives quickly at a state of acceptance over his feelings and his intentions toward Brighid. For someone who struggled emotionally through the entire first part of the novel, Cuchulainn admitted his attraction to Brighid and acted upon it a little too fast for me, not only because I thought he would have to struggle with it a bit more (and not just because, hello, she’s half a horse!) but also because the shift in his feelings for Brighid and vice versa mark the hinge between parts 1 and 2 of this book, and I felt the transition went too quickly. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but there wasn’t quite enough angst for an already angst-filled character. 

The most telling sign of my fondness for this book is that I keep stalling as I write this because my copy is sitting next to me, and if I pick it up to check a plot point or the spelling of a name, I start reading again, even though I finished the book a little over a week ago. I don’t even skim the pages; I start reading it in detail like I’ve never seen the words before. Brighid’s Quest is definitely a combination of several different and equally strong genres, but it also manages to be a hardy example of each one. I could recommend it to readers of romance, or readers of fantasy, with no hesitation.

Unless they want to borrow my copy. Ha. Mine.