Nine Goblins by T. Kingfisher

​Nine Goblins bills itself as a low brow sort of fantasy, and if that is the case, then apparently, I found my speed in fantasy. I don’t normally care for the genre at all, but if Kingfisher continues writing it, it may be worth a read every time.
I was familiar with her work, but the more horrific side of things, Twisted Ones, etc. Meaning also I was familiar with her wonderful sense of humor, which oddly enough works surprisingly well in scary stories and not oddly at all, like a charm here.
Who knew goblins are that charming? And elves. And trolls. I mean, just lovely.
This is a novella that takes you into the world when people and goblins are at war over territory and it’s a rather amusing war, all things considered. But then nine goblins from an army of goblins get wizarded away behind the enemy lines and must, with assistance of a kindly elf, get back, and all sorts of shenanigans ensue.
And yeah, I kinda loved it. Loved the world building, and the denizens of it, loved the jokes, loved the whimsy. This was a read as fun as it was funny. Well done. Recommended.