Have you heard the one about the brave prince, the dwarf, the wizard, the vampire girl, and sundry other characters on their heroic quest to rid the world of the evil magician? Of course you have, which is why that part of the story is dealt with in sixteen pages at the start, under the heading "Twenty Five Years Ago". What dominates all of the work of Jack Yeovil (actually Kim Newman, noted film critic and possessor of positively Dickensian facial hair) is that he knows the clichés, and knows you do too. Instead of relating the quest, he tells the story of what happened after, seen through the backstage drama of putting on a play about the quest. And so you find yourself reading a novel about a play about a legend based on the "real" event, which - naturally - is not what everyone thought it was in the first place. "Drachenfels" is not just a great Warhammer novel, but a great work of Fantasy that anyone interested in the genre should read, and anyone critical of the genre should at least consider reading.
The rest of the impressively thick book is taken up with other tales, with the quality varying from just-above-average to brilliant; but although bound under the name of Genevieve, Yeovil's vampire heroine barely appears in some stories in this collection, and is completely absent from others, which - along with the fact that many of the stories are presented out of chronological sequence - gives the book considered as a whole a rather disjointed air. Still, "Beasts in Velvet" is a cracking murder mystery, and even the most conventional (and thus least interesting) story, "The Ignorant Armies", is still a good read. The last story in the collection - "The Ibby The Fish Factor" - wraps the whole thing up with a light-hearted and, for the Warhammer books, remarkably up-beat note. But it will almost certainly be Drachenfels that stays with you the longest, both for the refreshingly different approach to the Quest story, and for the title character, who is sufficiently well written that he overcomes the obvious influences of Tolkien - high praise indeed in a genre which seems to knock out a cheap clone of Lord Of The Rings every six months.