Centuries ago a mysterious family of mad geniuses split into five clans; feuding, hiding, hoarding their secrets of fighting and art, magic and science. Now at the dawn of the mechanical 19th century, only the five clans united can hold back the blood-red tide of industrial apocalypse.
Unless they dive into it laughing. I did say ‘mad’
Rayne Gray is a cheerful, charitable bear of a man. Philosophical about his life of violence, optimistic about the dawning 19th century. A man watching for daggers in the dark, he still holds a candle for others. Alas, the wheel of fortune shifts, he is on his own, three steps from madness, two steps from arrest, one step from death. And this dance puts Rayne on the path to the Family, a mad collection of clans more deadly than any alley of assassins. And more mad than a battle in Bedlam.
But there was never a man better at keeping alive and sane, than Rayne Gray.
Summary: The Blood Tartan by Raymond St. Elmo is a hard to pin down, late 18th century, urbanish fantasy with a literary style. It’s wry and witty, starring a philosophical revolutionary assassin who discovers ancient eccentric mystical scottish clans who hide from the world at large.
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