The emotional intensity of ‘Longhand, White-tooth and the Fox’ is high, even for a book written by the chronicler of love and obsession, L.A. Wilson. I suffered through every moment of Bedwyr's captivity, longing, with him, to see Arthur again. Each new chapter gave me hope and also tormented me, but I couldn't stop reading and I loved it in spite of the suffering. Although I could have done with some of the ‘Fairy-shit’ remedy that Bedwyr is given by a sympathetic healer. An extra large amount.
L.A. Wilson reveals the essence of the Fox, his inner strength and stubborness, his loyalty and courage plus his capacity for love and compassion. Two words. Saint Aherin. You’ll have to read the book to find out about Bedwyr’s unexpected friendship with this vulnerable and defenceless saint. There are many twists and turns in the story and I’m not revealing them here. Well, just a hint. Amren.
The last few chapters have an extra boost of hallucinogenic power. I felt I was alive in a true myth, the creation of the legend of King Arthur that still enchants so many 21st century people, including myself. Cynwrig, a wilder madder seer than Arthur’s druid Lord Darfod, speaks words of power. 'The Red Dragon will live in this land for two thousand years. I have seen it. The Red Dragon is immortal.......I tell the truth. Arthur is immortal.'
‘The Silurian’ series makes this all true for me. Arthur ‘stood within the rays of the sun, inside it, his place in the sun..he sang with power..’ Perfection.