My name is October Daye. My father was a human; my mother was, and is, a Firstborn daughter of Oberon, making her one of the more powerful people among the fae, and a definite pain in my still-mortal changeling ass. I was born and raised in San Francisco, which explains my willingness to stay in a city that's historically been full of people who insist on trying to kill me at the slightest provocation. Faeries are real. Magic is real. My tendency to greet dangerous situations by plunging headfirst and seeing how long it takes to get myself covered head to toe in blood is also real.
I live an interesting life.
It drove me crazy to not be able to get to this for four months -- and now having read it, I think I'm even more mad that I put it off. But the important thing is that I got to read it. Now I have to try to do something more than sound like raving, mindless fanboy here. Which will be difficult, because when it comes to Toby Day, that's what I've been since book 3 (and was pretty close to it since halfway through book 1).
It's been a few weeks since Toby overthrew the King in the Mists and things are pretty calm -- she, her Fetch, her Squire, her fiancée and the rest of her friends are happy and comfortable. Which we all know can't last for long.
What ruins this state this time is a giant conclave of North American Fae royalty being held in Queen Arden Windermere's knowe -- overseen by the High King and Queen. Kings, Queens and other nobles that we've met and/or heard of already -- and many others -- are meeting to discuss and decide what to do with the cure for elf-shot. The political and legal ramifications of the new cure are far bigger than anyone -- including readers -- thought. The discussion will prove to be a clash of traditionalists, reform-minded people, class-conscious rulers, those in favor of helping Changelings, and those who can't be bothered to care about Changelings.
As this is a Toby Daye book, it doesn't take too long for dead bodies to start to show up -- and the blood (much of it Toby's) starts to flow. As the hero of the realm, it's Toby's job to find out who's responsible and stop them from shedding any more blood.
So there's political intrigue, a closed room (well, knowe) murder mystery -- but that's not where the heart of the book is. It's in Toby and her family. Toby and her liege are still on the outs, Arden's brother and closest friend were elf-shot, Quentin's parents are in town and watching him closely, Tybalt has to keep her at arm's length to preserve his independence as King of the Cats in this setting, and so many other things. There's plenty of drama in each area of the book, enough to satisfy any reader, but when you add them all together -- it's that special blend of magic that only someone as good as Seanan McGuire can conjure.
This one ticked every emotional check box for me -- including the ones that made me very aware of all the dust in my immediate vicinity. I can't think of a problem with this one -- I'm not so much of a fanboy that I can't see problems with McGuire's work, but the last few in this series have been so great. There are few books this year that I'm looking forward to as much as/more than the next Toby Daye, and books like Once Broken Faith are the reason way. It doesn't get much better than this.