We've come to expect certain things from Phil Rickman's books. His ear for dialogue is accurate and evocative, whether he's creating the voice of a 70 year old labourer or a wide-eyed teenager. His sense of place is rich and enveloping. The sense of mounting threat is always subtly but deeply unsettling.
Where I don't think he gets enough credit is for the deft manner in which he and Merrily navigate the variety of conflicting attitudes which give the stories their friction and impetus. This is particularly the case in terms of religion versus the secular. Whilst you can infer, for example, where the authour's sympathies lie as 'ruralism' faces down the implacable march of development, he admirablly refuses to sit in judgement over those holding religous and spiritual beliefs, save to be wary of extremism in whatever form this should take. Wary though, and not condemnatory: even the two characters in this book with the most diametrically-opposed views are complex, rounded people who may be misrepresented and misunderstood. The dangers of 'demonisation' and failing to fully understand the complexity of the human condition - here is where we can fail.
So, Phil Rickman is, to my mind, master of the grey area, and reminds us that people, and the shadows they cast, are not painted in black and white. More to the point though....it's another darned good story. I suggest you read it on a particularly rainy day...