‘WE SEE YOU. NOW WE ARE YOU . . .’
No real witch would casually step out of their body, leaving it empty. Tiffany Aching does. And there’s something just waiting for a handy body to take over. Something ancient and horrible, which can’t die.
To deal with it, Tiffany has to go to the heart of what makes her a witch. Get past the ‘I can’t’.
But even with the help of the Nac Mac Feegle – the rowdiest pictsies on the Disc, who like facing enormous odds – she still might not be able to win herself back . . .
Still enjoyable, though a little less so than book 1 of the subseries, The Wee Free Men. (I hope this doesn’t signal a trend.) Once again, the Nac Mac Feegles come to the rescue, in more senses than one.