It seems to me, as it seemed to Richard Moore, that the land of Faerie must have had a Wild West sort of era. Behold Far West, the adventures of a bounty-hunting duo in a crazy desert full of trolls and shapeshifters.
Meg is a tough spitfire of an elf who dislikes trousers. She plunges into adventures with much less planning than her partner Phil would like. Phil is a talking and shooting bear. Together, they track down train-robbing, dragon-riding outlaws, duel with water demons in the bathtub (ok, Meg was on her own for that one), flirt with centaurs (also Meg), and cross dress (Phil, for a distraction). Far West is crammed with adventure and humor.
If you are offended by a little bit of cartoon elf bosom or by explicitly male dragons, stay away from this one. There’s a bit of nudity, but nothing X-rated occurs. I would not recommend this one for children, due to a little adult language and innuendo, not to mention toplessness, but I would allow it into the hands of a young teen with no reservations. In fact, I would enthusiastically recommend this for any fan of fantasy or Weird West.
I give Far West four and a half gears out of five. I would say I had a blast reading this, but it would seem a bit gauche considering that the characters have a brush with TNT. Pick up a copy of Far West from Antarctic Press. You will not regret meeting Meg and Phil. Unless you are an outlaw.
Your Correspondent From The Bookstore,
Penny J. Merriweather