I just want to start off saying that I wanted to like Wolfsangel. I really did. The origin of the werewolves, Vikings, Norse Gods, witches and true love – what’s not to love about all of that? Or so I thought before I read Wolfsangel.
The Viking king Authun leads his men on a raid against an Anglo-Saxon village. Men and women are killed indiscriminately, but Authun demands that no child be touched. He is acting on prophecy—a prophecy that tells him that the Saxons have stolen a child from the gods. If Authun, in turn, takes the child and raises him as an heir, the child will lead his people to glory.
But Authun discovers not one child, but twin baby boys. After ensuring that his faithful warriors, witnesses to what has happened, die during the raid, Authun takes the children and their mother home, back to the witches who live on the troll wall. And he places his destiny in their hands.
So begins a stunning multivolume fantasy epic that will take a werewolf from his beginnings as the heir to a brutal Viking king down through the ages. It is a journey that will see him hunt for his lost love through centuries and lives, and see the endless battle between the wolf, Odin, and Loki, the eternal trickster, spill over into countless bloody conflicts from our history and our lives.
This is the myth of the werewolf as it has never been told before and marks the beginning of an extraordinary new fantasy series.
The plot started out at a snail’s pace, progressed to a slug’s speed and pretty much maxed out at a sloth’s quickness. To be fair though, there were a ton of fight scenes throughout Wolfsangel that slightly livened up the pace a bit. But that never stopped me from falling asleep while reading this book.
Typically, the heroine is the character seen as too stupid to live. While Adisla, the heroine, did fit that saying, she was not alone. Vali, one of the twin boys from the prophecy, was also really too stupid to live. Vali started making bad decisions the moment he saw Adisla and continued to make for the rest of Wolfsangel, because theirs was a love that made them stupid to the world. Instead of learning how to be a king (because as the sole heir to Authun, he was going to be king) he spent all of his time with Adisla. So when he grew up, he had no idea how to be a king and protect Adisla from his enemies. And Adisla was perfectly content to take up all of his time, keeping him from learning how to fight and the laws of his lands. Neither looked to the future (except when Adisla said she absolutely refused to be Vali’s concubine – the only thing about her that I could respect).
Feileg, the other boy who was lost to Authun, is only slightly less annoying than his twin simply because he was raised by wolves and therefore he thinks like a wolf, seeing to his needs first. That is, until he met Adisla. Then he too fell in love with her and became stupid. And Adisla’s lack of a brain showed again when she couldn’t figure out that Feileg was Vali’s identical twin brother. (To be fair, no one knew Vali had a brother, but still. Identical twins. Shouldn’t be too hard to realize they are related.)
Every once in a while, a novel that leaves a bad taste in my mouth redeems itself with its ending. And while there was an unexpected twist at the end of Wolfsangel, it wasn’t enough for redemption. By the time I reached the ending, I was ready for Wolfsangel to be over.