Minion: The Dark Legends Begin (Vampire Huntress Legend Series #1)
  • Minion: The Dark Legends Begin (Vampire Huntress Legend Series #1)
  • Minion: The Dark Legends Begin (Vampire Huntress Legend Series #1)

Minion: The Dark Legends Begin (Vampire Huntress Legend Series #1)

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by L. A. Banks

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There is one woman who is all that stands between us and the eternal night.
Here is an account of her legend....

All Damali Richards ever wanted to do was create music and bring it to the people. Now she is a Spoken Word artist and the top act for Warriors of Light Records. But come nightfall, she hunts vampires and demons—predators that

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There is one woman who is all that stands between us and the eternal night.
Here is an account of her legend....

All Damali Richards ever wanted to do was create music and bring it to the people. Now she is a Spoken Word artist and the top act for Warriors of Light Records. But come nightfall, she hunts vampires and demons—predators that people tend to dismiss as myth or fantasy. But Damali and her Guardian team cannot afford such delusions, especially now, when a group of rogue vampires have been killing the artists of Warriors of Light and their rival, Blood Music. Strange attacks have also erupted within the club drug-trafficking network and drawn the attention of the police. These killings are a bit out of the ordinary, even for vampires. No neat puncture marks in the neck to show where the life's blood has been sucked from the body. These bodies have been mutilated beyond recognition, indicating a blood lust and thirst for destruction that surpasses any Damali has encountered before. Damali soon discovers that behind these brutal murders is the most powerful vampire she has ever met, and this seductive beast is coming for her next. But his unholy intentions have also drawn the focus of other hellish dark forces. Soon Damali finds herself being pulled deeper into the vast and horrifying vampire world.

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Publishers Weekly
Lovely African-American Damali Richards is a "spoken word" performer with a complement of musicians and technicians in this first of a projected horror trilogy from Banks. As if this weren't fantasy enough, Damali is also a "vampire slayer." The entourage of this black "Buffy" is a politically correct rainbow of seven guardians, who disguise their weapons as musical instruments to get through airport security and on to the next gig. When the guardian team faces action, they tend to stand around jive-talking their adrenaline up for pages before they go after the vamps. But they aren't just vampires: master vampire Fallon Nuit uses his recording label as a front for gangsters, drugs and a multinational corporate empire that controls most of the world's economy. He's hooked up with a demon and has created "the Minion" of rogue hybrid-vampires. Nuit's so bad even the Vampire Council wants him gone. Damali's not just a slayer either. She's "ripening" as she hits age 21 into a superhuman who emits an aphrodisiacal scent that makes male vampires "go nuts"-they must "choose to kill her or take her." Overheated prose ("massive incisors ripped through her gums like they were giving hideous birth") and a complicated "legend" backstory (a hodgepodge of New Wave, paranormal, astrologic, Judeo-Christian, pseudo-African and mystical mythology) weigh down a story more calculated marketing idea than original literary concept. Agent, Manie Barron of William Morris. (June) FYI: The author has written romances as Leslie Esdaile and TV tie-ins as Leslie E. Banks. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Blade meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer in this first of a trilogy about a no-nonsense guerrilla leader of a rock-'n'-roll vampire-killer band. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to make Rolling Stone. Like, really, does this all spring from Sun-tzu's The Art of War, as the pseudonymous Banks suggests? Or does Damali Richards's destiny spring from an event 20 years before, in New Orleans, when her father, Reverend Armand Richards, was turned by master vampire Fallon Nuit and her mother Sarah went to the swamp witch and fatally tried to follow the witch's steps for exorcising Fallon Nuit, a member of the Vampire High Council and an elder dweller of the dark realm? While all that took place, the Richards's infant Damali was baby-sat by Marlene Stone-while now, in the present, Marlene is the graying, visionary, real cool seer-guardian of Damali's Warriors of Light Productions guardian-slayer band of devampers, with Sistah Marlene on electric violin, Mexican Indian Jose, a.k.a. Wizard, on drums and crossbow, Jake Rider on electric guitar, J.L. on crossbow, wooden stake and computer, Big Mike Roberts as audio-sensor, and Shabazz as Aikido-instructor/choreographer/bassist. That's a bassist who triples in martial arts and dance? Whatever. You know the drill: Rhino bullets fresh-packed with hallowed earth, holy water grenades with the blast of C-4. Just don't get nicked and turned when vibes sense in the audience multiple cold bodies that need icing. Nobody's expendable, and four band members have already been nicked or exhumaned. But chill, man, Damali's kick-ass elements can bring down a small army of vampires. So let's do this. Except that Damali's team now finds itself fighting a newerentity that eats out necks, hearts-call it the Amanthra thing from Hell. Later, Fallon Nuit abducts Damali's sometime lover Carlos Rivera, a Hollywood club owner, and tempts him with the earthly glories earned by Blood Music, Inc. Bad, bad Carlos. A pulsating blood-booster for raw adolescents-nobody over 20 should buy this.
With an exciting premise and a cliffhanger ending, this first book in a new series packs a powerful punch.
bestselling author of The Good House Tananarive Due
If you enjoy Anne Rice, Blade, or Buffy, then Minion is the novel you have been waiting for.
Philadelphia Sunday Sun
So fasten your seatbelt and enjoy a ride littered with holy water, vamp ooze, and a layered web of political intrigue ingeniously woven from the mind of Banks. Cutting-edge wit and plenty of urban heat fly from the pages of this quick read.
[Banks is]. . .wildly creative and invents a totally new and refreshing milieu. Its social hierarchy and politics are fascinating, and the author's reinterpretation of the seven levels of hell is brilliant. Another inspired detail is her explanation for how some otherwise 'normal' humans end up as cannibalistic serial killers. Minion is an entirely delicious read, leaving the reader licking one's lips and wanting more, cursing the cliffhanger ending. Luckily, this book is the beginning of the Vampire Huntress series, so there's more to look forward to.

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St. Martin's Press
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Vampire Huntress Legend Series, #1
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First Edition
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5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.68(d)

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Chapter One

Nighttime, summer


Damali Richards could still feel the electricity of the crowd and the adrenaline rush of her spoken-word performance pulsing through her veins as she entered the backstage dressing room. The club was jumping so hard it seemed like even the walls were sweating. The bass thumping from the extensive speaker system was like an insistent heartbeat that she could feel vibrating through the floor and smoke-thickened air until it entered her body through the soles of her feet. Dirty aqua-colored paint peeled at the corners of the cramped space, as though it was trying to escape the throbbing scene.

She glanced around at the ugly, stained brown sofa, and the sparse collection of wooden and metal chairs, immediately opting to stand rather than flop on any of the seating choices. How many performers' body funk had been permanently tattooed on that sorry excuse for a couch, she wondered? Even the one mirror in the room was covered with a white, filmy layer of grime. Yuck. And people thought this was the glamorous life? She, Marlene, and a five-man squad crammed into a dump. Pullease.

Sweat, icy yet burning, made her clothes stick to her skin. Her heavily beaded, Nzinga queen warrior headdress had suddenly become an intolerable weight on her damp scalp. Damali roughly removed it, tossing it onto a chair, and she held her shoulder-length locks up off her neck to give her overheated body a much-needed waft of air. The semiprecious stone and lion's teeth adornments, affixed to her locks with silver and copper wire, gently clinked as she moved her hair. She grimaced at the sound that was now too close to her skull. All five feet seven inches of her felt on fire. Being an artist was great, but this was no way to live.

"Lot of activity on radar tonight," Marlene said in a near whisper, as though talking to herself. "Most times we get a visit from one or two vampires. I'm sensing many."

"Yeah," Damali croaked. Her vocal chords still ached from the intense performance, so she kept her response short. Besides, what else was there to say to her manager, who was like a surrogate mother to their group?


Damali and Marlene shared a glance. They both knew what had to be done. Things were heating up. Before, one vamp might follow them, at most two. But ever since they'd turned the tables and went on the offensive a couple of times, seeking out the action instead of waiting for it to come to them, nothing had been the same. The rare random ambushes were now becoming a regular phenomenon. Valuable junior team members had been lost because if it. Irritation coiled within Damali. She'd told Marlene this shit would go down like that once they started hunting. Shoulda let sleeping dogs lie.

Marlene shot her a look that said don't start. Screw Marlene and her pious yang. Not tonight. Sure, she loved Mar like a mom and all, but wasn't feeling sister-girl right now. Yeah, they only went after vampires that were acting up. But that wasn't the point.

"You didn't hear me, did you?"

Damali cut Marlene a hard glance, then looked away. "No. What did you say?"

Marlene waited until the two women's eyes met again. "I didn't say anything. I thought it, and you didn't hear me in your head. But I'm able to read you loud and clear. That concerns me."

Total annoyance wrapped itself around Damali and she gave Marlene another glare to make her back off. She felt invaded. "I'm just tired, that's all. The past is the past. It's done now, anyway. Drop it."

"You need to tell us when you're having sensory blackouts. They're becoming more frequent, aren't they? You could have sent that to me without a word."

The other members of the team gave Damali a quick look of concern, but were wise enough not to get in the middle of the brewing dispute. More than likely they'd let the bullshit pass, because she and Marlene were always at it. Whatever.

Instead of answering Marlene, Damali forced her attention toward the Native American flutes, cowbells, and chimes that rested against large conga drums in the corner of the room. Her gaze scanned the sharp, titanium-based, silver-plated anchors that held the drumhead skins in place. She refused to answer Marlene's question. She didn't feel like dealing with that crap right now. There was something making the hair stand up on the back of her neck.

Tonight, the drum anchors were going in her belt, even if that music gear was Jose's, a.k.a. Wizard. He was da bomb in concert, but he didn't know how to use the disguised weapons as well as she did out in the streets. Summoning inner strength, Damali blocked Marlene's intrusion into her thoughts. She'd give Marlene a mental blank to consider while taking her time to figure out how to better arm herself.

The crew was so quiet it was eerie. Nobody said a word, and all were simply packing gear. That was not her team's normal behavior after a gig. The walls of the tiny room felt like they were closing in on her, swallowing her crew whole. Damali studied her weapons options.

Maybe a few silver-plated chimes would be a safe bet, too? Jose could do his thing on crossbow, his favorite weapon anyway. A sister could back somethin' up off her with the dagger-edges off the drum anchors and chimes, if it got crazy out there-same deal with the cymbals. Even though she reminded herself that when a cymbal disc was thrown dead-aim the edge was sharp enough to slice paper without hearing it rip, that fact didn't make her feel better tonight. Why not?

Her gaze instantly went to the Fender-Jake Rider's electric guitar, and to Shabazz's bass, and then to Marlene's electric violin. Marlene's line of vision followed Damali's for a moment before Marlene began assisting the others with equipment breakdown.

As Marlene moved to work with Shabazz, renewed tension wound its way up Damali's spine. Yeah, they'd better restring the instruments and put in the steel cables across the reinforced metal bridges. Tonight felt like a crossbow-necessary night, and the string instruments were easier to roll with. She might even get Wizard to hook up the light poles through the phony strap loops to lock and load additional crossbows. But Marlene needed to give up the walking stick as her only protection. Sistah better recognize, and deal with her violin like it had been designed-put the steel-based bow across the bridge and be ready to rock.

It felt like they'd need the light cannons out there, too, although at the moment, she couldn't exactly say why. Nah ... this was no way to live.

She walked over to the drums and ignored the look Marlene cast in her direction. The dense scent of frankincense, sage, and myrrh had trailed into the room behind her from the stage. Damali licked her parched lips, tasting salt on them, and tried to inhale the protective fragrance, but felt herself almost retch.

Usually the aroma calmed her, its elements anointing her stage space-a required opening before a purple haze of dry-ice smoke was released as she'd enter a performance and claim it. The ring of holy water which had been poured around her in libation to bring forth the ancestors to channel-speak through her, and to encircle her while she spat out the truth of injustice, did not infuse her marrow with unshakable confidence tonight. Heavy bass still throbbed in her skull, now cranking the growing headache to a new decibel level with the ongoing club music that quaked the walls. Being a vampire huntress was no way to live.

"You all right?"

Marlene's question hung in the air as the other crew members paused in their tasks for a moment, considered her, and glanced at each other as though waiting for the green light to continue their equipment breakdown.

Damali just nodded. The crew resumed motion, but kept glancing at her from the corners of their eyes. She wanted to get back to the compound, where they stowed off the hook weapons. The equipment they took on the road was disguised enough to get through new airport security screenings, which meant it wasn't the real heavy artillery. And, yeah, it would be enough to stop a few predators. But if her senses were right, they were in for sho 'nuff action tonight.

The problem was, she couldn't half see. Her normal sight was fine, but inside her head, everything was blurry. Her third-eye was down. Had been that way for a couple of weeks, like static on a television. Intermittent static. Sometimes her mental radar was crystal clear, but at other times, like tonight, it was all snow. She hated this bull.

"We need to hurry up," Damali said out of the blue. Her crew stared at her. One by one they nodded, but nobody said a word. Damn, it was hot in there.

For some reason, the air-conditioned confines didn't cool her off either. Her skin-tight, thigh-slit leather pants felt like they were suffocating her, while the ropes of semiprecious amulets and stones set in thick silver around her wrists, and especially about her neck, began feeling like a humid noose. She began stripping them off, ignoring Marlene's expression of disapproval. The necklaces were practically strangling her. She'd have to chance having her throat exposed, just so she could breathe.

Unable to bear the weight of it, Damali cast off her wide silver belt, and the clatter of it against a nearby coffee table almost made her cringe from the piercing sound of metal connecting with the wood. The ankh earrings of amber and silver and onyx had to come off-they were all too heavy, no matter what Marlene said about the protective talismans that hung as guards to her jugular. Everything felt like it was holding on to her, grasping at her. She couldn't breathe!

"You're sure you're all right?" Marlene had stopped working over an equipment bag to hold her in a steady gaze.

"I'm cool, y'all. For real, for real," Damali finally muttered. There was no need to bring her foul n0 vibe to the group. It wasn't their fault. Why alarm them if this was only a case of raw nerves? She studied the drum anchors one last time and then walked away from them. "Guess I'm just tired from giving it a hundred and fifty percent tonight."

The others in the room simply stared at her, their silence filling in the gaps with quiet apprehension. Yeah, they all felt it, she could tell. Oh, well, shit happens. They knew that, too. None of them wanted to do this destiny thing, especially her. They were trapped as guardians, just like she was trapped as a vampire huntress. There was only one choice that they'd all learned the hard way-band together or die, or worse.

"Let's just keep moving, people. Anybody seen my Tims?"

Marlene extracted the flat-heeled, amber-colored suede boots Damali had requested from a corner in the room and tossed them to her. Damali caught each shoe and bent to put them on. Slowly, her crew resumed their packing.

The sleek high-heeled boots she'd worn during the performance had become like anvils on her legs. This was not a high-heel, be fly and cute kinda night. This was a possible kick ass after a show deal. Despite the sheerness of the color-splashed, tie-dyed duster and embroidered midriff brassiere she performed in, they too felt like they were cutting off her blood flow, and made her want to scream. Her breasts, which she had always believed to be too small, now felt oddly pendulous, heavy, too constricted by her costume. The fragile silver waist-chain she donned seemed to push bile up from her gullet and into her throat. If she weren't almost twenty-one years old, and in top athletic form, she would have sworn that she was having a mild heart attack.

Damali peered in the mirror, appraising her once-bronze complexion that now seemed pallid-but was eerily relieved to see that at least she still had a reflection. What the hell was wrong with her?

"Somebody throw me a T-shirt."

Shabazz complied, and flung a shirt with the band's logo on it in her direction.

"Thanks." Damali gave her crew her back and stripped off the offending sheer top of her stage costume. The guys averted their eyes, as was normal, and as soon as she pulled on the cotton, she sighed. "That's much better. Now I'm good."

"You put a lot of energy into the show," Marlene said after a long pause while the group resumed breakdown. But she spoke in a calm voice, one almost too calm.

"Got a reputation to maintain, Mar." Damali made eye contact with Marlene and held her with a brief stare. Read the double meaning in that, sis. Don't front on me-not with my crew standing around. Address it later.

Marlene nodded but said nothing.

Cool. Damali relaxed a bit.

Oh, yeah. Everybody was on edge and needed to chill. She now wondered what Marlene, their seer-guardian, had sensed. When Marlene had visions, she got real cool-scary calm. Damali tossed her knowledge of Marlene's capabilities around inside her head and watched her mentor's body language. Only having a portion of one's skills to rely on was a bitch.

Maybe she should have just told Mar that she was going blind again tonight. But she hated the concept. What, and have the guys go back to treating her like a young buck? A newbie? Hell, no. This was her crew, and whatever was going wrong with her was temporary. All she had to do was look at Marlene hard to know it was gonna be on when they left, no doubt. Didn't need second sight to pick that up.

Jose glanced from crew member to crew member, his nerves also seeming raw. The fact that no one else had said a word had to be jacking with him. Their percussion man's dark eyes shifted nervously between Damali and Marlene Stone. "Yeah, you brought it to 'em, D," he confirmed after a hesitant glance up from his task of packing away equipment.

Small talk, a sure sign of nerves. She hated small talk. "Thanks, Wizard."

"You owned New Energy tonight. The club will never be the same-Warriors of Light Productions and you, lady, should get some good ink from this one in the press tomorrow."

Tomorrow? Assuming they made it through the night. Damali glanced at Jose and then toward Marlene. That crazy Mexican Indian always started babbling when he was hyped. She loved him just the same, but if their ace tracker was trippin'-then damn. Marlene blanched. Obviously Marlene got that message, too.

"Sho 'nuff, we brought it, Wizard," Damali said in a short pant, giving Jose a fist pound, trying to make him feel better as she did so. It was obvious that her mental wall against Marlene wasn't even working. But she also couldn't seem to completely catch her breath. Forget that, Wizard always talked a lot and his voice got louder when nervous. Tonight was no different. It made her head hurt.

She glanced at Marlene again.

Copyright © 2003 by Leslie Esdaile Banks

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Minion: The Dark Legends Begin (Vampire Huntress Legend Series #1) 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 187 reviews.
Nigjt More than 1 year ago
L.A Banks is truly talented, after reading the Twilight series , I hungered for something to ease the sudden "Twilight withdrawal " a friend told me about L.A Banks and with a little apprehension I decided to check out her books , amazing is all I can say. If you love a good Vampire or Werewolf book you need to holla at L.A Banks, she is guaranteed to not disappoint.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am an avid vampire fan and I could not stand this book. I could not connect with the character and the story line was aweful. I have yet to meet someone who liked this book and I have given it away and had it returned, TWICE. I have heard that if your are a Laurell K lover that you will LOVE this book and that is not true... I LOVE Laurell K and I will tell you it is nothing like her Anita Blake series.
Simplicity22 More than 1 year ago
I found this book just browsing around in the sci-fi section and I was really excited to find an african-american author in this particular genre. HOWEVER, I was so disappointed! The plot was lame, the characters were lame, the romance was extremely lacking to say the least, and I had to force myself to keep reading and not waste my money. I couldnt get to the middle of the book, it was just awful! I've read all the Jeaniene Frost books, Charlaine Harris, Laurel K Hamilton, JR Ward, Keri Arthur, and Karen Marie Monings's Fever series to name a few and this by far was the worst!
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you like your books with lots of violence and profanity, and no plot development or character development, then this is the book for you. The characters are cariactures, and little background is given for this supernatural world. I found it impossible to connect with the characters on any level. And the cliff-hanger ending comes across as an attempt to sell more books instead of wrapping up this flimsy story.
Meoughkat3 More than 1 year ago
I picked up this book because there were so many other books in the series, I thought it might be good. I was wrong. This book was atrocious. Even though it was a little different with it being an African American heroine the author couldn't get the dialogue right. It seemed like she was forcing the characters to speak slang. It didn't fit. If you want something along these lines, read "Once Bitten, Twice Shy," by Jennifer Rardin.
HogwartsLUVR More than 1 year ago
I love vampire books but this book will make your head hurt. It was so hard for me to read this book because it was so bad, but I made myself finish it. I was hoping that at any time it was going to get better but it never did. It actually got worse when the last couple of chapters had them going into the different levels of hell. A very dark book. I dont want to ever read another book that talks that much about hell. It was boring! And then the second book (I had bought the 1st two at once) went right into them being in hell again....ugh! I gave both books away to a coworker and I hope she can forgive me for it one day....haha. If you read this book make sure you have some pain meds near by.
cgirl98 More than 1 year ago
I have read a good bit of the available vampire books and it is always interesting to see each person's take on Vampire when I read one that manages to stand out despite the abundance of vampire stories I like to make note of it. This manages to be different, mainly due to the main character and her story: you do not see many African American Vampire slayers or a book with mainly minority characters as heroes. But this becomes secondary to the story and plot once you get to reading. If you like the Soookie Stackhouse series or Anita Blake and will like this alot. But a warning...the ending WILL make you want to buy the second book.
lonerchick More than 1 year ago
This book starts off very slow. It took two days for me to get through the first chapter. And nothing happened! There is way too much build up, and it makes for a slow and boring start. I probably won't finish the book because it is too boring.I wish I had not paid for it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am a forever fan of L. A. Banks! I have read her books 7 times! Not only is she a wonderful Author but she was a great friend to her fans! She actually cared. For those who have problems with Minion....think of it like building a cake. This is just the begaining....but once you get passed the begaining honey Ms. Banks takes you on a ride unlike any other you have ever been on. She makes you think and question yourself.....dang could this be real? She takes real live situations that happened on the news and makes it seem like the dark side had a hand in it! Its great....I love every single page and learned so much with every book! So if you can make it passed will find your self going back saying thats why that happened! But most importantly you will find a little of urself in her books, characters, and thats what makes her books so special! But the surprise characters that come later will knock your head back! You will find L.A. Banks is not shy at all about pulling out some old characters we have not read about in years! Hint.. Hint... Dracula! ;-) If your the type who likes christianity books, well shes got you on that too! So sit back and enjoy the ride! Believe me you will love every book, just make sure you have the next book or you will be mad at yourself!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wish I could say that I liked this book but I have read a bunch of other authors who are far, far better than this one. There was no back story or history to the characters at all. I could barely understand any of the dialogue. The story overall left me wanting for more.
ReadinFeind More than 1 year ago
I've read this entire series. This series is what put me on to paranormal romance. I'm a big Twilight fan, but this series makes Twilight look like something from disney. Love Love Love Carlos! His and Damali's love is outstanding. This entire series goes hard and each book only gets deeper and better.
Supernatural_Reader29577 More than 1 year ago
I am an avid Science Fiction/Supernatural Fiction reader and I did NOT enjoy this book. It seems that there is possibly a decent storyline within, however, it is hidden beneath shear Ebonics. I just could NOT finish this book. I actually had to stop and re-read a few times just to figure out what was trying to be said.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Book had no flow to it...I was really disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was painful to read. I could normally complete a book of this size in a few hours. It took me three days to read this because it was so painful! The dialog is unrealistic and contrived. The author is trying very hard to be "urban" and misses the mark. It's like she is trying too hard to create characters with which she shares little similarity. My mother is an accountant who listens to Michael Bolton and wears holiday sweaters and SHE could have written more realistic dialog for these characters! The book started well but, as soon as she started with her present day characters, I had to force myself to continue reading. Not only will I not read another book by this author but, I am looking into having the experience of this one erased from my mind!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have tried reading this book at least four times now. I read at least 3 books in a week, so needless to say I love reading. This book however talked too much (if that makes sense). There was A LOT of extra writing that got me bored before I even cared what happened next. It seemed like it was going in circles and the writer just forgot where the circle began in order to close the loop of understanding! Definitely won't be trying to read this again.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's a hard read. I got 90 pages in and couldn't go any further. I bought the first three in the series and there going to sit until I'm desperate enough to pick them back up and try again. But, I have my doubts about trying again. Writing Style sucked.
Book_Reader_222 More than 1 year ago
(Originally written October 31, 2005) Whenever I read any book, I try to remain completely objective, to judge the novel by its own merits and not how it might, or might not, stand against other books. Unfortunately, with "Minion," I was not able to help myself. First off, I don't think I would have really liked this book, no matter what. I could not identify with most of the characters. I got tired of all the "fist-tapping" (that "cool" thing that "cool" guys do because they think hugging, or even shaking hands, might appear "gay"), tired of the main character's obsession with barbeque potato chips. The group of good guys are also musicians, but they held their music in such high regard, calling the main character a "spoken word artist," that I was never quite sure WHAT form of music they played. Given the clubs and record label names, I am assuming that it was either rap or hip-hop, but it's never spelled out for certain. Unfortunately, what made for a double whammy against this book was the fact that I had JUST finished "Pandora's Game" by Christopher Andrews. Believe me, if you are looking for a non traditional vampire/supernatural novel to read, THAT is the book to buy. It is one of my favorite recent books, and "Minion" suffered by comparison. I CAN say that the SUBPLOT of this book held my interest a lot more than the main plot and characters. In fact, it is the story of Carlos Rivera that prompted me to give this book the two stars instead of just one. BUT, this book ended with a cliffhanger, so I'm afraid that I will not find out what becomes of Carlos, because HIS story alone is not enough to interest me in buying the sequel. Too bad.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Perhaps you'd try another book. The story is lame, the visualizations well used and worn out by way too many authors. There is nothing here that isn't in so many tossable novels of people hunting the vampires/demons/werewolves, etc. There are so many of these books out there now, you may wish to try a horror classic, or something with a new twist. There are some that are better written, and some that are at times funny too.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm a Buffy and Angel fan. And I never wanted to read about vampires and demons until now. L.A.Banks has written a wonderfully creative story of vamps and demons. She will scare the living daylights out of you. It was a great read. Damali the Vampire Huntress and her friends will leave you eager for Book 2.
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I first read this book years ago. ... But none of the rest if the books were created. ... I'm glad I decided to revisit this series. .. Very interesting.
MrRayne77 More than 1 year ago
Started off with much promise. But as I neared 3/4 completion I realized that the momentum was going much too slow. Attempted the second novel but never made it through.  
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