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Saturday, 25 September 2021

Banshee Rising by Riley Cain



‘YOU’RE SUCH A FREAK, CAITLYN MCCABE!’

She sees ghosts. Everywhere. All the time.

It’s a pain.

Caitlyn never asked to see floating nuns, dark highwaymen and phantom warriors. She did not ask to have different-coloured eyes or be attracted to haunted ‘Magic Man’ Danny from school. But her gift is undeniable, forcing Caitlyn to share her life with a host of quirky spirits as she tries to navigate a ‘normal’ day of bullies, boys and Gran’s bad cooking.

And then Professor Sackimum Brody steps into her life and nothing will be the same again. Mortal yet mysterious, the Professor seems to know far more about Caitlyn and her lost parents than he reveals, even as he guides her to understanding the secret of her gift. When at last he offers a glimpse into a deeper realm, one where an ancient evil is stirring, Caitlyn is plunged towards an impossible truth and a threat to her worlds.

To defeat what is rising from Ireland’s haunted heart, Caitlyn McCabe must face an adventure that is, literally, life and death.



Banshee Rising is an action adventure set against Irish mythology. It's quite a weighty read so you'll want to set aside some time for it! However for all its' size, it reads very quickly. You won't want to set it down.

There's a small amount at the start of one of my least favourite things, 'everyone but the main character knows what's happening and they won't tell her'. However this didn't last for long, and once she started learning what was going on no one hid things from her.

I liked the different characters. Sackimum has possibly the best name ever, and he was a good mentor to her. There's also a character I won't name because it's a slight spoiler, who turns out to be really helpful and friendly. It was great.

The only downside, for me personally; I thought the language was very flowery. Here's an example:

Caitlyn brought the memory of her question from sleeping. From deepest dreams, lost yet somehow unsettling,she came awake all at once to early morning light angling across her room. Through a gap in the curtains an autumnal beam inched its way along the wall, already clear of the wardrobe and currently tracking towards the edge of the mirror on the dresser. She watched as the light seeped over the wooden frame bordering the glass to find the reflection. Like fuel to a fire, glass and light combined to burst in a dazzling eruption that burned off the last of shadows and sleep.

It's very beautiful, but it's a long winded way of saying that the sun reflected off the mirror and woke her up! I'm sure some people will love the style, but for me it's a little busy. It reads a little like my NanoWrimo project on day 22!

That's only a very small thing, though, in a very big book full of very big adventures. Definitely one to look out for if you're into Irish mythology.

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