I consider myself a professional reviewer. Definitely not the best (Jamie Tivendale might as well take this title), and most certainly not the most experienced (eg Robin Carter), but a good reviewer nonetheless. And yet, for the first time in my life, I can't review a book I've read.
The book in question, as the title and the cover would suggest, is Blackwing by Ed McDonald. Why, would you ask, can't I review it? Because even if I tried, I couldn't possibly do it justice. Blackwing is one of the greatest fantasy books I've read in my life. Perfect in every possible way. Ed McDonald is on a par with Joe Abercrombie and Brandon Sanderson. Cast aside whatever you're reading and start Blackwing instead. That's all I have to say.
Give me a romance and I would say no thank you, no matter how well-written it is or how imaginative the setting is. Romances are not my thing. This one was good and I was lucky this time though, for two reasons. Firstly for reading it because had I got sense of the romantic element before getting it into my hands, I wouldn't have given it a chance and secondly because it totally deserved my time as it is one of the most refreshing science fiction novels I have read recently.
There's this term we are using in the Grimdark Fiction Readers & Writers fb group, called "Grimdark AF". A term to identify the grimdarkest of grimdarks. As grimdark as it gets. GRIMDARK AS FUCK. I believe it deserves to be a sub-genre of Grimdark Fantasy, and Godblind may as well be the very first novel classified as such.