Robin is a street-thief/member of underground-thieving guild, and he’s good at what he does. As he likes to put it, “The Best.” But nothing pricks down The Best quite like… a lacy red coat… that smells like… lavender? All because Grandma wants an extra-special basket of Robin’s stolen goods hand-delivered to her, and a Red Riding Hood is the best available disguise.
First off, I laughed. The dialogue was smooth and snappy, both at the same time. Robin is sarcastic and a bit cranky and jaded, which makes him wonderful protagonist. The story was teeny — far too short to reach Robin’s full potential. I expect he’ll just snowball in greatness in the following installments.
I love the idea of having a Little Red Robin Hood. That’s clever. Lovely fairytale twist. And who doesn’t love a twisted fairy tale? Also, a great concept with the way she used “The Wolf.”
On the flip side, I didn’t get the setting quick enough to satisfy my over-active imagination. I mean, there is that much you can do with fairytales. It could have been Steampunk or Dystopian, or Historical or Fantasy. I would have liked to see the world better and faster. Saying that, once the setting gelled, it was nice not to be bombarded with details.
The short story didn’t resolve — I expect that’s because there’s more to come. It didn’t really satisfy me, though, like I said, I laughed, and a laugh is a big tick in my book.