Viano Oniomoh has successfully crafted a queer fantasy novel that seems to cover nearly all the bases. The tasteful commentary on the effects of colonialism, the visual presentation of rehabilitative justice, and the powerful message of community are undeniable proof that Viano is the author you’ve been waiting for. 

The author tackles quite a few heavy topics such as abuse, homelessness, and prejudice effortlessly. Despite several subplots, multiple characters, and uniquely detailed lore, there are very rare moments where it seems like the author became overwhelmed with the subtle complexity of this layered tale. The pacing throughout the book is exceptional, the magic hierarchy, history, and terms

relatively easy to follow, and the descriptions of each character’s abilities jumps off the page. 

In the midst of the action and mystery, there is a tender, slow-burning love more decadent than the finest of chocolates. Runo and Cedric, two strong black leads, cultivate a love softer than silk. I admit that their love is more on the fluffier side than I prefer, but for these two it makes complete sense. These men in black bodies, that are often categorized as threatening, have found a soft space to land in the midst of hard moments. Their romance deserves to be sweet, it deserves to be loud, it deserves to be however they want it. 

Blood, Flesh, and Magic has fueled a  recurring desire in me to see a normalized outpouring affection amongst black men, romantically or platonically, however that manifests itself. May men create more spaces where they can exist freely without feeling bound by heteronormative ideals or the misplaced fear of what society may say when they do choose to exist freely.