The first thing I need to say about The Dark Soul trilogy is that it is definitely not for the prudish or faint of heart. As someone who adores the writing of Randi Cooley Wilson…and her gangs of gargoyles and other delightful mythical creatures…this was a vast departure from her norm, to the dark side. An enjoyable trip to the dark side, but one I would be remiss in not warning readers about. But then again, what would you expect from a tale revolving around the reign of Lucifer and his sons in the seven circles of hell?
Well, for starters, you might not expect the sparks of humanity, goodness, devotion, and love that live in the dark hearts of those sons, or their plots to dethrone dear old dad and make some changes. Graphic violence and sexual encounters aside, Vassago (and Stolas, the first book in the series) are really love stories mixed in with a quest to save one girl’s divinity and safeguard ancient secrets that help maintain balance in the human world. Lofty goals for the princes of hell, right?
As one might expect from Randi Cooley Wilson, the plot and character development in Vassago is superb, and although references are occasionally made to events in Stolas, this book could easily stand alone. To my surprise, I found myself just as enamored with these characters as I have been with Randi’s gargoyles over the years…her writing is simply incapable of disappointing me. So place your judgements and preconceived notions of the princes of hell aside, and try out the Dark Soul trilogy…I can almost guarantee you will be as pleasantly surprised as I found myself to be by the end of the book. It does end with quite the classic cliffhanger, but hey, now you’ve been warned!