Valley of the Soul (Bantam Spectra, 2006, ISBN 0553587110) is the third novel by Tamara Siler Jones, the third book in her series about Dubric Byerly, Castellan of Faldorrah, and her third book in the subgenre she invented — forensic fantasy. With forensic fantasy, Jones combines mystery, police procedural, horror, and fantasy into a unique and quite tasty blend. The forensics never violate the technology of the pre-industrial society, and Jones avoids the temptation to use magic or to have a Sherlock Holmes clone. Good old-fashioned police work, mud-slogging footwork and attention to detail, is Dubric’s method for solving crimes.
This latest volume follows Dubric, his squire Dien, and his page Lars as they try to solve a mystery involving missing and dismembered animals, a mystery that soon turns into something far more deadly. When people start turning up dead, all the signs point to a mage on the loose. Not just any mage, though, a blood mage — the deadliest and most evil of all. Although all mages were supposedly killed in the War of Shadows fifty years previous, it appears that at least one still lives, and it has a bone to pick with Dubric personally.
Trust, responsibility, consequences. These themes and more infuse Valley of the Soul with a richness and depth found all too seldom in modern fantasy. Actions have consequences. Even those things you did fifty years ago will come back to you. When they do, the interest you have to pay on their principal can be bankrupting. The trust of your friends and co-workers can be lost for good, usually right when you need it the most.
Consequences. Dubric’s actions during and after the War were taken with the best of intentions. However, when these chickens come home to roost, they are more like large hawks with bad attitudes and a score to settle. A frantic hunt for a blood mage who may be on the verge of regaining power is not the right time for these birds to come swooping down. Dubric has not only earned the enmity of the mage, but carries some secrets that will have a profound effect on his relationships with the people around him.
Responsibility. Dubric’s responsibilities as Castellan are a burden to him in his old age. Murder investigation and mage-hunting are a young man’s game. Now he also has the responsibility of explaining why he did what he did during the War and since. Explanations are not easy, and time and circumstances do not permit a leisurely conversation about them.
Trust. The real problem is that Dubric may lose the trust of Dien and Lars when he needs them the most. Worst of all, he will not even be able to trust himself at the crisis. This small band stands little enough chance against a powerful mage as it is. If the team is broken, the mage will win, and the world will once again enter a Dark Age of mage-magic and evil. Can Lars accept the truth about himself? Can Dien trust Dubric to do the right thing about Dien’s daughter, Jess, Lars’s intended? Can Lars and Dien learn to trust each other again as they dance around some sticky questions and misunderstandings? Can Dubric do the right thing, even at the cost of his beloved Maeve, the true love he has finally found nearly fifty years after he took the lives of his wife Oriana and their unborn child? Can he even trust himself as he falls under the mage’s control? They’d better, or they die and the world with them.
Dubric and his assistants are just normal people thrust into very abnormal circumstances and trying to do their jobs the best way they can. You will not find elves in Faldorrah, no dwarves, and the only wizards are evil. What you will find are real people: people who puke, who bleed, who do the wrong things for the right reasons. People who suffer and die. Magic is no help to them. The side-effects and consequences of using magical items are just too serious. The only people who could control such items are long dead; no one now alive understands them enough to use them effectively.
I strongly recommend that anyone new to the work of Tamara Siler Jones read her first two novels, Ghosts in the Snow (Bantam Spectra, 2004, ISBN 0553587099) and Threads of Malice (Bantam Spectra, 2005, ISBN 0553587102), to get a handle on the backgrounds and baggage that each character carries before reading Valley of the Soul. This history is essential to understanding why the characters behave the way they do and feel the emotions they do. Though these three novels are about the same time and place and characters, they are as different as three children who share the same mother. The series shows Jones’s growth as a writer and as a person, her journey through life, and her explorations of some of the deeper, and darker, regions of the human psyche. If you want oatmeal reading, stay away from these novels. Each is rich and dark, but in much different ways.
Ghosts is violent, but mischievous, a child taking delight in its wickedness. At the climax, the things happening in the background had me laughing myself into a fit of hiccups, while still worried sick about the outcome. It won the Compton Crook Award for Best First Novel of 2004. Threads is much, much darker–black as unforgivable sin–and deeply disturbing. The violence is much more graphic, and the suffering more intense and personal. This is the angst-ridden teen-ager of the bunch. It has been nominated for the Gaylactic Spectrum Award for Best Novel for 2006. Valley is the adult. It faces issues of maturity, responsibility, and judgment. Though still violent, Valley is disturbing on a deeper level. The questions it leaves unanswered lead me to believe, indeed hope, that there will be at least one more story to come from Faldorrah.These novels all explore dark themes and are unflinching and liberal, though never gratuitous, when it comes to blood, gore, and violence. Jones’s skill at creating multi-threaded plots and real characters has only increased over the course of her three books. Valley is tightly woven, fast-paced, and full of so many twists it might make you doubt your own sanity. The author’s sanity is, of course, undoubtedly compromised. Any mind that can conceive a story so devious, so devilish, must be unbalanced. Let us all hope and pray she never recovers. She does deliver good value for your money, though. Her books are all hefty, in the neighborhood of five hundred pages each, and tightly packed with fast-moving prose and Gordian-knotted plots.
I heartily recommend Valley of the Soul for those readers who like to explore the darker reaches of the human experience. Be advised, though, Tamara Siler Jones does not write stories suitable for children. These are books for mature adults, and will leave even them with disturbed dreams. The humor is dark as a murderer’s heart, and the horrific images will settle into your mind for a long stay. Fans of murder mysteries and horror will like these books; fans of light, escapist fantasy will not. I hope you enjoy Valley of the Soul and its compatriots as much as I have.