Prince of Thorns tells the story of a fourteen year old boy cutting a bloody path toward revenge on the man who killed his brother and mother. At first, Prince Jorg seems absolutely insane, and so bloodthirsty that Joe Abercrombie would be proud. And he is everything he seems.
I started giggling at the bottom of page one, at the dark sense of humor displayed by our friend and protagonist, and by page five, my laughter turned to an evil cackling that didn't let up until about halfway through. Though the Prince of Thorns is undoubtedly a dark and evil youth he's charismatic and at least pays lip service to feeling bad for his atrocities.
As soon as the meat of the story started to reveal itself I was hooked, held in my chair by this book as thoroughly as if I were trapped in a thorn bush and bleeding out. The fact that I had to interrupt my reading time to go to work, or sleep, deeply irritated me. I wanted to keep reading. Hell, now that I've finished the book, and don't have a copy of the second one until the 14th, I'm genuinely irked.
If you want a little bit of gristle in your storytelling, you want this book.