Welcome to Romance in Retrograde, a series where I dig through the dusty bins of vintage sci-fi romance, dust off the glitter, and decide whether each book is a forgotten gem or thrift-store trash. For my first review of the Fall season, weâre starting strong with a little seasonal dissonance: {Summer of the Unicorn by Kay Hooper}. Fair warning, this is a full spoiler review, so if this book has been quietly haunting your TBR pile for the last 37 years, this is your cue to gallop away now.
Content Warnings: Graphic sexual assault and rape fantasies (described in detail), mind control and manipulation, violence against animals (including unicorn deaths), dubious consent / dated sexual dynamics (very 80s romance).
Spoilers beyond this point!
We open on the planet Rubicon, smack in the middle of a succession crisis. Rubicon was settled by refugees from long-lost Earth, a planet abandoned long ago for reasons lost to time (probably because we ruined it). The society is a weird mash-up: they ban advanced weapons, champion science and the arts⊠but still have a hereditary monarchy governed by Salic law. So basically, a society that evolved beyond laser guns but not misogyny.
The current king, Jason, canât have kids, so his brother Darian graciously suggests that he should have two wives to maximize his offspring production potential. Both women get pregnant at the same time, and Darian promptly dies in a hunting accident.
Wife #1, goes into labor after her caravan is attacked, delivers alone in the wreckage, and staggers back to the palace, claiming her son Boran was born just hours before wife #2âs son, Hunter. Hunter has all the correct pedigree and papers filed, but Boran has no receipts. Weâve got dueling baby princes!
There were no witnesses, and the Court physicians could notâor would notâdecide which boy was oldest.
Years pass, and the king dies. Hunter is the golden boy, beautiful, charming, and gracious but slightly aloof. Boran is the dark horse, cunning but unpopular, with half of his face heavily scarred for reasons unknown. My Millennial brain was ready for a Prince Zuko twist. Surely scarred brooding guy with the compelling backstory and underdog disposition = misunderstood antihero, right? ⊠Right?
With no clear heir, Rubicon falls into chaos. Revolution is brewing, resources are dwindling, and the Council of Elders comes up with the worst Human Resources solution in galactic history:
"A unicorn. The first of you who returns to Rubicon with proof that unicorns do or do not exist will rule this planet."
They pack both princes into spaceships and send them off to prove or disprove the existence of unicorns. (How one finds tangible proof of the non-existence of unicorns is not explained. Sounds like a great thesis project though.)
We pick up with Hunter several years later, having journeyed far across the galaxy, on a new planet called Styx. Itâs basically Mos Eisley: a wretched hive of scum and villainy. There are gangs of dangerous rogues called Huntmen (no, not Huntsmen, no matter how much my autocorrect insists), who live in the town in the shadow of a mountain called The Reaper. The Reaper shelters a valley where every summer (once a decade, Styx operates on a Westerosi calendar), unicorns gather to breed, and the Huntmen do their best to slaughter them for their valuable horns.
Enter our FMC:
"The Keeper of the unicorns." He made an ancient sign meant to ward off devils. "She's a witch, a sorceress, with eyes as black as The Reaper to drive men mad. They say she has silver hair and a siren's voice, and that she fights as a warrior fights. She's protected the unicorns for ten thousand years."
This is Siri, the Keeper. Siri fucking rocks. She has my ten year old selfâs fantasy life: beautiful badass warrior princess unicorn guardian.
Hunter then consults with Maggie, an old woman who runs the only sacred place on Styx - the library! Maggie spills a bit more about this mysterious Keeper:
"Let's say for the sake of argument that she's a very unique woman. With a unique heritage and a responsibility no other woman could bear. Let's say that her entire life, her being, is concerned withâand only withâguarding the unicorns and keeping them safe."
He nodded, accepting that.
"And man is the enemy," Maggie said softly.
"Not all men."
Hunter. Babe. Do not get me started with this ânot all menâ bullshit.
So Hunter goes off, climbs The Reaper, and then immediately falls down the other side, bashing himself to bits on the rocks below.
Finally, we properly meet Siri and her herd of the last ten unicorns. Theyâre named things like Cloud, Storm, Fancy, and Heart, which is exactly what my ten-year-old My Little Pony collecting self wouldâve named them!
Siri finds Hunter all bashed up, and hauls him back to her cabin (with help from Cloud, the elderly stallion leader). She heals him up and then he, despite having literally just fallen off a cliff, is immediately so horny he nearly comes just from her touching him:
He quite literally lacked the strength to obey his body's need, but that did nothing to diminish the throbbing arousal. He was going to disgrace himself if she didn't stop touching him.
Sir, you just fell off a cliff. Priorities!
Siri does a bit of tarot reading (seriously, did someone pluck this from my preteen brain?) and discovers that she and Hunter are destined to be lovers. Which is terrible news, because only virgins can guard the unicorns (duh), and her life is magically tied to the valley, so she literally cannot leave.
Hunter, proving that he is a bit of a himbo, is like âWhatâs the big deal babe? I just need to prove that unicorns exist so I can be king, and then we can bone and everything will work out great for me!â Siri keeps trying to get Hunter to stop being so dense.
"Can you stop and think for one single moment what your very presence here is doing to me?" she demanded desperately. "Can you see past your damned obsession and realize that you threaten what I love most in the world? Isn't there some part of you that understands that? I'm the Keeper of the Unicorns, and I'm the only thing standing between them and extinction!â
Hunter: đïžđđïž
This is basically the âI canât just quit my job, Chadâ conversation, but with unicorns. An allegory for every woman whoâs ever had to explain that no, her career isnât a cute little hobby sheâll drop once the right guy comes along, and that he might have to make a few personal sacrifices for her sake. It's pretty frustrating to read!
But wait, it gets worse! Boran has already slithered into the unicorn valley. Along the way he picked up a mind-control amulet, because sure, why not. While Hunter kind of sucks in that insidious, everyday-himbo way, Boranâs flavor of villainy is full-on nightmare fuel. He uses the amulet to gaslight Siri daily: visiting her under false pretenses, warping her perceptions, molesting and sexually manipulating her, then wiping her memory so he can do it all again. These scenes are graphic, repetitive, and viscerally gross. Even by the standards of 80s romance where dubious consent was everywhere, Boranâs fantasies are stomach-turning, fixated not just on rape, but on savouring Siriâs terror, humiliation, and pain. Itâs vile. I actually had to put the book down more than once, and Iâve been mainlining vintage bodice rippers all summer.
He thought of that lovely face flushed with anger, then pale with horror and revulsion as his heavy body covered her helpless one.
He saw her black eyes wild with terror and pain and grief as he destroyed her. Destroyed her ability to guard her charges. Destroyed her most precious possession. Destroyed her beauty.
Yeah. Boran, weâre done. All that brooding potential, squandered. I forgot that this book was from the 80s, so the scarred villain is just the villain.
From there, everything barrels into a climactic unicorn showdown. Boran unleashes a horde of Huntmen, all under his creepy mind-control influence, onto the valley. Hunter and Siri work together to take them all down, until Siri is captured. Boran threatens her life, and Hunter is forced to choose between protecting the unicorns or saving the woman he loves. He refuses to give up the herd, and thatâs the moment Siri realizes she loves him: not because heâs handsome, not because of fate or tarot, but because he finally puts her mission above his ego. That worked for me. Hunter wins Siri not by conquering her, but by vowing to protect what matters most to her.
"Siri, I'll keep the faith," he called to her hoarsely, the words tearing from him and leaving raw, bloody wounds.
"I'll keep my promise."
Though it would destroy him.
And in that moment, moved unbearably by his torment, Siri made her choice. If the gods decreed that she would somehow survive this day, all that she was would be forever his. "I love you," she whispered, knowing he didn't hear, wishing desperately that she could shout the words to him.
The battle itself is surprisingly brutal. Cloud, the stalwart old unicorn stallion whoâs been with Siri since childhood, dies defending the valley. I was absolutely wrecked. I cried so hard my husband came out of his office thinking something terrible had happened. Nope. Just me, ugly-crying over a noble unicornâs last stand.
Hunter kills Boran in the end, and barely blinks at the fact that he just murdered his half-brother. But honestly, Boran was such a vile creep by that point, I wasnât about to argue.
The book gives us a soft landing: Hunter and Siri finally sleep together. Yes, itâs full of âdamp womanhoodsâ and âsilken heatsâ (the 80s were a lawless time), but compared to the rest of the sexual landscape in this novel, itâs sweet and tender. Their relationship ends in genuine partnership: co-Keepers of the unicorn valley, returning every decade to guard the herd, and co-rulers of Rubicon in the meantime. Itâs a bit of a hand-waving âlove conquers allâ solution, but this is a romance novel after all, so thatâs what Iâm here for.
So even though parts of this book were genuinely hard to stomach (Boranâs vile fantasies being chief among them), Summer of the Unicorn ultimately redeemed itself in the final act. It gave Siri the rarest of gifts in vintage romance: the chance to keep her calling and find love without compromise. In the end, she really does get to have it all: career, relationship, and unicorns. Itâs basically a sci-fi fantasy office romance, if your office happens to be a magical valley and your co-workers are horses with horns. Final rating: five out of five tissues, three out of five damp womanhoods.
Stray points:
- We find out that Styx is actually long lost Earth. You maniacs, you blew it up!
- Siri is not, in fact, 10000 years old, sheâs 23. Being a Keeper is like a Buffy the Vampire Slayer situation, where a new Keeper is born every generation. She apparently âchoseâ to become a Keeper at age three. A lifelong binding contract being agreed to by a toddler seems⊠dubious.
- Maggie, the old woman from the library, is actually a Keeper too, the Keeper of Knowledge!