The Sight by David Clement Davis

I am! Yet what I am no-one cares or knows

My friends forsake me like a memory lost

I am the self consumer of my woes

It is not often I begin a review with poetry. Actually, it’s rare I start anything with poetry. So why start now?

Well, you’ll have to read “The Sight” to find out!
And why should you do that? Because it’s an excellent book and has been one of my top favourites since I first read it several years ago. Considering the stiff competition in that area, that it still stands the test of time says a lot about it.

The story is technically the second in “The Sight” trilogy. However very little reference is made of the first book (Firebringer) in this one and the very title of the third is a spoiler to the events in this one!

The story starts with the birth of two wolf-cubs, Larka and Fell, to a pack that has been driven from their old territory by the movements of the Balkar, or night hunters who operate under the command of the cubs “aunt”, Morgra, a dark-hearted individual who acts as an excellent villain for much of the story, beginning when she curses the cubs and their parents.

Events then follow the cubs, their parents and the pack as they seek to deny the curse building to a spectacular climax through a story with many beautiful, tragic and innovative sections.
The story draws you in with excellent writing and the sheer difference of its premise, written from a the wolves eye view it’s very different to most books with human or supernatural human bases. This difference is played upon in the book to make some interesting reflections on humanity, as well as allowing for the retelling of religion and mythology from a different perspective and using different characters.

All in all, I couldn’t recommend adding this book into your “to read” list more strongly.
Enjoy!

Regards, Kerl

If this sounded interesting, consider reading:
William Horwood “The Wolves of Time”: Set in a dark, dystopian future wolves from across Europe are drawn together to try and save their species, if not the world, from the strife that is ripping it apart.

Joseph Smith “The Wolf”: I’ve only read a few pages of this so far, but what i’ve read can be summarised with a jaw-dropping “Wow”. Dropping any anthropomorphism and focusing on the wolf as the pure predator which it is, the book is a beautiful, flowing piece. I look forward to reviewing it when I finish it!

And Finally:

http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hungry+like+the+wolf+duran+duran&aq=1&oq=hungry+li
Because!

Ref: Poetry written by John Clare. Full version is here:

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am/