Simply stated, I adore The Native Star.
Personally, I detest anything wild, wild west, yet M.K. Hobson somehow managed to draw me into this era with such ease. Aside from the western era, this book has it all (sounds like Stefon from SNL recommending a NYC club): magic, adventure, human fire hydrant people, Teddy Graham people (Just joshing, or am I; you'll have to read for yourself), whimsical romance, steampunk; the author even throws in reality is what you make it mumbo-jumbo, which to some is bunk yet gospel to moi. So naturally, I loved the Credomancers: reality-is-what-you-make-it Warlocks. So true, so true.
Anyhow, The Native Star is an airy, fun, enjoyable read and I certainly hope there will be more to come, in other words a prolific series.