Narcissus in Chains (Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series #10)

Narcissus in Chains (Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series #10)

by Laurell K. Hamilton

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ISBN-13: 9780515133875
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/24/2002
Series: Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series , #10
Pages: 656
Sales rank: 70,432
Product dimensions: 6.64(w) x 10.96(h) x 1.42(d)

About the Author

Laurell K. Hamilton is a full-time writer and the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series and the Merry Gentry series. She lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family.

Hometown:

St. Louis, Missouri

Date of Birth:

February 19, 1963

Place of Birth:

Heber Springs, Arkansas

Education:

B.A., Marion College

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Chapter 18

 

Somewhere during the dressing process I came to my senses. I stayed up against the headboard, Asher's robe belted securely over the red pajamas, my face averted, forehead pressed to the wood. Control was the heart of who I thought I was. I could do this, or rather not do this. I had to try and let this pass me by, because to do anything else I could not do this.

 

The bed moved, and just the sensation of the men moving around on the bed was enough to tighten my body, speed my pulse. Dear God, help me. This couldn't be happening. I'd feared ending up as a vampire. I'd come close many times, but I'd never thought it would happen like this. I was still alive, still human, but the hunger rose inside me like some great beast trying to dig its way out of me, and all that kept it from surfacing was my fingers digging into the wood, my forehead pressed against the carvings. I wasn't sure which hunger I was fighting. But the ardeur colored all of it, whether I was craving flesh, or blood, the sex was there in all of it. I couldn't separate them, and that was scary all on its own.

 

I felt someone crawling towards me, and I knew without looking that it was Jean-Claude. I could just feel him.

 

&'grave;Ma petite, all is prepared, we need only you.''

 

I spoke with my face still pressed into the wood, my fingers clinging to it. &'grave;Well, then you'll just have to do without.''

 

I felt his hand hovering over my shoulder, and I said, &'grave;Don't touch me!''

 

&'grave;Ma petite, ma petite, I would change this if I could, but I cannot. We must make the best of what is given us.''

 

That made me look at him. His face was too close, eyes that intense midnight blue, hair a dark glory around his pale face. I flashed on another face just as pale, just as perfect, with a wealth of black hair, but with eyes a rich brown like dark amber. They grew in my vision until the world drowned in the dark honey of her eyes, as if it were poured over my eyes, over my skin, my body, until it filled me, and when I raised my eyes to Jean-Claude's worried face, his hand on my arm, I saw something close to terror in his eyes.

 

He scrambled back from me, and when I turned and stared at Asher, he spilled off the bed, to stand shaking. Jason and Nathaniel stayed on the bed because they didn't know any better. &'grave;What's wrong?'' Jason asked.

 

Nathaniel whispered, &'grave;Her eyes.''

 

I turned and caught sight of myself in the standing mirror in the corner. My eyes had filled with pale brown fire, not the darkness of my own eyes, but hers.

 

&'grave;No,'' I said, softly. I felt her thousands of miles away. Her pleasure at my terror rolled through my body, raised my beast and sent me falling onto the bed. My hands strained for something to hold on to, some help, but there was nothing to fight; it was power and it was inside me.

 

She explored me, raising my beast until it rolled just under the surface of my skin. She touched that part of Richard that was still inside me and raised his beast, until the two energies entwined and my body started to convulse.

 

I heard yelling. &'grave;She's going to change!'' Hands holding me down to the bed.

 

But Belle had learned what she wanted and let them slide back into my body. She separated out the powers inside me like you'd sort a deck of cards. She touched Jean-Claude's link to me and it puzzled her, I could feel it. Until that moment she'd assumed I was a vampire, and now she knew I wasn't. She let what puzzled her slide back deep inside me, then she called the ardeur, the incubus, and the moment I thought it, I realized it was the wrong word. Succubus, she whispered in my head, succubus. The hands that had been holding me down, poured over my body, responding to the ardeur. It was like being covered in pure lust, rolled in it, like flour on a piece of meat before you cook it.

 

Hands slid along my skin, a mouth closed on my mouth, and I couldn't see who was right above me, kissing me. I could feel the weight of their body, another set of hands, but I could see nothing but a shining amber light.

 

Belle kept the ardeur on the surface, because it amused her. I couldn't see whose hands were where, or who was doing what, all I could do was feel them; the brush of silk, the press of flesh, a curtain of hair, the scent of vanilla, but I could not see. Belle Morte was using my eyes for other things. She touched that part of me that allowed me to raise the dead. She caressed my necromancy, tried to bring it to the surface as she had the two; beasts and the ardeur, but everything else she had explored was hers to call, it was all in some way part of her lineage, her blood. But the necromancy was all mine.

 

My magic welled up through me, pushing her back, but I couldn't cast her out, not with just the raw power. It was as if she floated near the surface of some dark pool and I sat at the bottom trying to push her out. I couldn't cast her out, but I could see again, think again.

 

I was nude from the waist up. Nathaniel's mouth closed on my nipple drawing it in. I cried out, and Jason lowered his mouth to my other breast. There was a moment when I stared down at the two of them pressed to my body, the blond head, the auburn, their mouths working at my breasts, the line of their bodies pressed along mine, the marks of my teeth still visible in Nathaniel's flesh, when the ardeur, when Belle Morte spilled over me again. Jason's hand slid down the front of the red silk bottoms, his fingers finding me as if he'd always known just where to touch me. I writhed under his touch, their touch.

 

I grabbed Jason's wrist, tried to pull his hand away, but he fought me and it was a tender place to fight over. I screamed, &'grave;Jean-Claude! Asher!''

 

&'grave;Ma petite?'' Jean-Claude made the name a question as if he wasn't sure it was really me. I found the vampires standing beside the bed, not helping, not hindering, just watching. But I understood; the ardeur called to them too. They were afraid to touch us.

 

&'grave;Feed,'' I said.

 

&'grave;Non, ma petite.''

 

&'grave;I can't fight her and the hunger. Feed, and let me feed.''

 

&'grave;You cannot break free of her, ma petite.''

 

&'grave;Help me!''

 

He looked across the bed at Asher, and I watched something pass between them, something built of sorrow and old regrets. &'grave;She is right, mon ami, she cannot fight Belle and the ardeur.''

 

&'grave;She doesn't understand what she's asking,'' Jean-Claude said.

 

&'grave;No, but she asks, and if we do not do it, we will always wonder. I would rather try and fail, than regret having never tried at all.''

 

They stared at each other for a second or two, then Asher crawled onto the bed and Jean-Claude followed him. Asher stretched out beside Nathaniel, and Jean-Claude mirrored him with Jason. Belle Morte's joy flared through me, filled my eyes with honey-colored flames, and I lost my grip on Jason's wrist. His hand slid back over me, but when I turned to look, I could see Jean-Claude through the dark glass of her eyes and Asher on the other side. I knew that once they touched either pomme de sang they would be caught in the desire, and they would not break free. It was a trap. I opened my mouth to say, don't, but three things happened all at once. They each struck into the neck of the man on their side, as if they'd known exactly what the other would do, and Jason forced me over that shining edge of orgasm. I screamed, body bucking against the bed, and only their weight kept me from sitting up, from clawing the air, because it wasn't just my own pleasure I was feeling. I felt Asher's fangs in Nathaniel's neck, felt Nathaniel's body build, build, and finally release in a rush of pleasure that made him bite down on my breast, made me score not his back, but Asher's with my nails. Jason drew his mouth back from me and screamed. The vampires rode their bodies, and I knew with Belle Morte's awareness that the only reason they didn't orgasm with us was the blood pressure wasn't there yet. But the pleasure was. The five of us were locked into wave after wave of pleasure. Like the heat the ardeur was named for, it passed over and through us again and again. It was like floating, skinless, formless, just above the bed, and I could feel their heartbeats inside my body. Finally I could feel Jean-Claude and Asher, feel their hearts give a massive beat and feel the life flood through their bodies and spill in a long, hot, line of pleasure that seemed to be pulled from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads, as if every piece of their bodies, every atom, exploded in pleasure at once. Nathaniel, Jason, and I screamed for them, because their mouths were still locked on the blood, still drinking, still feeding. Then it was over, and the five of us lay motionless, except for the frantic rise and fall of our chests, trying to breath, trying to remember what it was like to be inside our own skins, with just one heart inside us, instead of five. We melted back into our own skins, only the faint dew of sweat and the panicked thunder of our pulses beating against each other's bodies.

 

Jean-Claude and Asher pulled back from Nathaniel and Jason just as they'd bitten them--together, in a synchronization as perfect now as it had been two centuries ago. Belle Morte filled my mind with images--images of the two of them making love to her before Asher was scored, when they were her perfectly matched pair. I had a confused image of them making love to her at the same time. The feel of them pushing inside her, as perfectly aware then as now of where each other's bodies were, and of exactly what they would do. She missed them, and it was partially my love of Asher, my seeing him as beautiful, that made her regret. The sharing wasn't only one way; she was getting my feelings, too. But I was myself again. The desire had been well fed, sated, so now I could do what I did best.

 

I called my magic, pulled it around me like a breath of cool wind against my sweat-soaked skin. Nathaniel and Jason pulled back from me, eyes still unfocused.

 

Jean-Claude and Asher raised up above each of the smaller men, their eyes as out of focus as the lycanthropes', but Jean-Claude said, &'grave;Ma petite, what''

 

I reached for him. &'grave;Take my hand.''

 

&'grave;Ma petite''

 

&'grave;Now!''

 

Belle's power cut through me like a whip in a practiced hand. She'd been using it to tickle my skin; now she meant it to hurt. I writhed on the bed, only Jason's and Nathaniel's weight keeping me from flailing. My vision was being consumed by brown flames.

 

A hand in mine, cool flesh, and the moment Jean-Claude touched me I could see again. I was his human servant, he was my master, we were part of a triumvirate of power. If Richard had been here we could have chased her back to the hell she crawled out of. I sent the call in my head, screaming psychically for Richard, but the answer came against my skin. Jason stared at me, confused. He said, &'grave;Anita'' I felt Richard's power in Jason, the link of their pack. The power of the triumvirate leaped between Jean-Claude's hand, my hand, and Jason's body. It would work, it had to work, because I could feel Belle Morte rising inside me again, and I wasn't sure I had it in me to chase her back.

 

I drew my necromancy like a great dark cloud, a storm ready to break, filling the room with the tingling brush of magic. Nathaniel drew back, whispered, &'grave;Nimir-Ra.''

 

The power pressed like lightning in a bottle, but the bottle was my body, and there was no release without one more thingblood. The last time we'd done overt triumvirate magic I'd asked the boys to give me blood, watched as Jean-

Claude had sunk fangs into Richard for the first time, but not today. Today I needed the blood, I wanted the blood. I would not share.

 

I used my free hand to lower Jason's face towards me, but I didn't kiss him. My mouth moved down the side of his cheek, and I whispered, &'grave;I need blood, Jason. Say yes.''

 

He'd been holding himself off of me with his arms, but he whispered, &'grave;Yes,'' and collapsed his upper body across my breasts, his hand sliding along my stomach as if he meant to do other things. I could smell the blood just below the surface of his neck, could taste his pulse like candy on my tongue, and I bit him. I wasn't a vampire. There were no mind tricks to make it pleasant. We weren't having sex anymore, there was no distraction, only my teeth tearing his flesh, his blood pouring into my mouth, and the moment the blood poured over me the necromancy flared and I pushed it into that honeyed touch. She laughed at me, at us, then the laughter stopped, because she felt the push of my power. I was a necromancer, and she was just another kind of vampire. My magic didn't differentiate between her and any other corpse. I shoved her out, cast her back, locked her outside us. I'd been training in witchcraft this year, so I bound her from us, bound her from harming us in any way, bound her from contacting us through her power. My last thought to her was, If you want to find out what the fuck is going on, pick up a phone. Then she was gone.

 

-Reprinted from Narcissus in Chains by Laurell K. Hamilton by permission of Jove Books, a member of Penguin Putnam Inc. Copyright © 2001, Laurell K. Hamilton. All rights reserved. This excerpt, or any parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

 

 

 

 

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“Laurell K. Hamilton’s sexiest book, and that’s saying something… The relationships between the characters take center stage.”St Louis Post-Dispatch
 
“The definitive book in the series…Laurel K. Hamilton has written the best book of her career because she gives the audience the answers they have been waiting for. This action-supernatural thriller is a keeper and with the passage of time will be considered a classic.”—BookBrowser
 
“In [this novel] tough, sarcastic Anita Blake…torn between her inner vamp and wolf makes a final mating choice that no fan will expect…Better pounce!”—Kirkus Reviews
 
“Interesting…compelling.”—Locus
 
“Amorous.”—Publishers Weekly
 
“[Hamilton’s] sexy, edgy, wickedly ironic style sweeps the reader into her unique world and delivers red-hot entertainment.”—Jayne Ann Krentz
 
“Hamilton just get better and better… Narcissus in Chains hits the ground running and never stops.”—St Louis Post-Dispatch
 
“Steamy… engaging reading for vampire cultists.”—Booklist
 

 

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Narcissus in Chains (Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series #10) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 942 reviews.
alaff More than 1 year ago
So I actually like what Anita has been up to in regards to her love life... I think the story needed a bit more of discussion as to what her life is like with all these guys in her life! However, I feel like the story line of this one has gotten a bit off track. While I still love all the characters, the otherworldly things going on, I feel a little lost with this book! I am looking forward to the next one, but I still feel like there is too much stuff going on with just Anita's personal life and not so many mysteries etc. I really liked getting to know Edward and he's gone in this one! So I will keep reading and hopefully still love Anita after all this?
B.Bear More than 1 year ago
This was one of my least favorite in the series so far. Anita is becoming too "powerful" for my tastes. I think in this book the last bit of humanity slips away from her. Also the series becomes even more sexually charged in this book. It becomes down right raunchy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was a huge turning point in the series. The new characters in the book turn out to be my favorites.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What I love about Hamilton's books is she's not afraid to tell a story, a full story. She doesn't get to page 198 and then say well damn gotta wrap this up soon. She writes and tells a complete story and I love it. I love that it takes me more than 3 hours to read her novels. The story line for this one was great. True fans of her writing style will love it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anita Blake certainly isnt th sme girl she was 10 books ago. Laurel K. Hamilton has no inhibitions when it comes to exploring her imagination and he sedy underbelly of the surnatural world she has created. Love it!
Laurie Ford More than 1 year ago
Book was ok but wished she could do a little more hunting and a little less sex time. I am not saying cut out the sex but aat least balance things ut, this is not Hustler.
Guest More than 1 year ago
There are many things to say about Narcissus in Chains. It was suppose to be the book that resolved Anita¿s relationship with Richard and Jean-Claude. After the very promising first chapters in Out of this World, I can¿t think of a book I¿d been more excited about. Once upon a time I considered myself a die-hard Anitaverse fan. After NiC, I can no longer make that claim. The book looses focus after the first few chapters, dissolving into low-end erotica and two-dimensional characters. The sex is meaningless and everywhere. You might say it¿s the plot of the book because you¿d be hard press to find another one. And because of who Anita is having sex with and why it has a cheap pornographic quality that I found distasteful and patently contrived. Only the one scene with Richard that was in the back of OB was even remotely reminiscent of the other books. What may be sadder is the emasculation of the characters we¿ve come to care about or would that be the introduction of so many new ones that seemingly have little purpose. Anita¿s world really didn¿t need yet another shifter species or seven. I¿m going to have to pretend that NiC never happened and hoped that whatever possessed Ms. Hamilton during the writing of this book is exorcised by the time the next Anita book roles around.
Deserie.Comfort on LibraryThing 20 days ago
I have to say going into this book I was a little worries as many of the reviews focused on how the series was going down hill; however, I must say that those reviewers were WRONG. I think this series has just started to really get into the "good stuff." A few questioned just who Anita was becoming with her promiscuous (sp?) ways and what the actual plot was for this book. If you have to question it, then you either need to read it again. This book really shows Anita coming into her own and starting to accept herself for who she is and what she can become. She has risen above other alphas of packs/pards/etc and shown that you dont have to be an animal in order to lead many. She has also come into her own as a sexual creature instead of riding on higher morals than most. For those who say that this book marks the downfall in the series due to the amount of sex displayed, I say find another series, get over yourself, take a clue from Anita and GOOD RIDDANCE. Great book, super read!
TadAD on LibraryThing 20 days ago
Anita becomes ever more unlikeable by the moment¿now even the fierce loyalty to her friends is disappearing¿Richard has become unbearable; Jean-Claude is plaything; etc.Quite frankly, Anita now seems like something she would have hunted five volumes ago.I'll try one more and hope that there's some "up" from this nadir.
joyfiction on LibraryThing 20 days ago
Decent enough. By this time though I'm not really enjoying this series much anymore. It's becoming nothing more than a continuous run of smut scenes. I will try the next book at least by enjoying it is debatable.
miyurose on LibraryThing 20 days ago
This was the one hole I had in the series, and it's probably the book most important to this later portion, because it has the first appearance of the ardeur. I still have mixed feelings about the direction of the series, yet I read them like I'm starving. Apparently she's doing something right!
bookwormteri on LibraryThing 20 days ago
Just okay, this one seemed to move a little slowly for me....lots of were politics, Anita might be furry once a month, she and Richard are on the outs...etc.
nickeemattos on LibraryThing 20 days ago
Reminiscent of her own steely character Anita Blake, Laurell K. Hamilton has blown the competition out of the water and provided a flesh-feast of sensuality unrivaled by anyone. It is definitely not a tale for everyone and in some cases with the later sequels, the plots have made or broken some die hard fans. Some might prefer to read about Harrisons' Rachel Morgan, Armstrongs' Elena Michaels and Paige Winterbourne, or Harris' Stookie Stackhouse. I was introduced to this genre through Laurell K. Hamilton's series. Yes, everyone starts off with Anne Rice, but I think that Hamilton developed a special place in the genre for her characters that's worth exploring. Her niche appears strongly reliant on Jean-Claude and his interactions with Anita. Without JC...well the series would be flat. I read all the installments in less than two weeks, sacrificing sleep and reading until I was sated, until the wee hours of the morning. Jean-Claude, Master Vampire Extraordinaire is a frothy confection of "sex, blood and majick" and the errogenous tug-of-war between he and Anita sets the pace for the whole series. What is very important for readers to remember is that this latest book is another level of Anita that we have never seen. Throughout each book, we have been taken on a development of her character and finding answers to questions we've had. It is impossible to explore this heroine without understanding why she is so angry-why she fights having someone close to her. It is an exploration into her humanity and that includes sexual experimentation and softness in her character that we had never seen before. She has new powers developing all the time as a Master Necromancer and as she is taken on a discovery of them, so she takes her companions...After all, why did the Vampire Council kill necromancers on site?-because they were dangerous! Anita's metamorphosis into her new non-human self is not nearly complete. Maybe the culmination of this metamorphosis will occur when she, Jean-Claude and Asher meet up with Belle Morte (read Queen Succubus) in the next book. It can only get sexier and bloodier. Will Belle Morte ensnare our delicious "ma petite" Anita-who knows? This is tricky genre to write and read-but Ms. Hamilton has done an admirable job of exploring it thoroughly. If you even have the merest hesitation reading these books, throw it aside and indulge, feel it hook you and take you into their world. Narcissus in Chains explodes with ferocity between Jean-Claude, Anita and Richard, and leaves the reader panting for more.
silentq on LibraryThing 20 days ago
Re-reading this book, it was interesting to see how the ardeur started when Anita, Richard and Jean Claude bind themselves close together. Not quite as sex heavy as I remembered, but the torture scenarios are still disturbing. I need to re-read the rest of the books to find out what happens with Narcissus.
LoriTori on LibraryThing 20 days ago
This was Micah's introduction into the series!
Ceysa on LibraryThing 20 days ago
Anita returns from New Mexico to celebrate Ronnie's birthday. A phone call sends her off to a new club just over the stateline run by a werehyhena because Nathaniel is in trouble. But before she can save the day she has to fix the holes within her, and calls Jean Claude for help. The metaphysical marriage of the trimumvarate results in making all kinds of things happen.Anita saves Nathaniel, nearly loses her life, meets a Nimir Ra, learns that she has to save a member of her pard from a death sentence to the werewolves because she is no longer the lupa, meets Micah an interviewing Nimar Ra, and learns that she has inherited Jean Claude's incubbus powers all on her own. And tis is all in one day.Laurell K. Hamilton usually packs a great deal of action into a few days, but this book really has a lot of action in just a few days. Anita learns that Dolph no longer trusts her, as she has to save Jean Claude from a death sentence for supposedly kiling her, while Dolph wants th force her to have a blood test to prove she's not a monster. Belle Morte makes an appearance, and she is intrigued by Anita all the way from France. Shapeshifters are dying, Shape shifters come to Anita for help who then sends them to the police for more help. Anita joins with Micah, making him her Nimar Ra for her pard and joining their two pards, faces down trouble in the werewolves and has to ride to the rescue of the entire shapeshifter community of St. Louis.What else is a girl supposed to do?
mthomas1975 on LibraryThing 20 days ago
This book is by far my favorite in the series. I'm so glad that Anita's relationship with Richard is over. I can't frakkin stand him. Micah certainly adds a lot to the story. Mmmmm!!! Nice to see another man in Anita's life that can accept her for who she is and not pass judgment. The whole master/servant thing with Damian was cool. I like him and look forward to seeing where that storyline goes. In a way I was kinda disappointed that Anita didn't become a leopard but it being her beast to call is cool. Can't wait for the next book. Hoping for more hot sex with Micah. Yeah I know, I'm a perv.
TheSolitaryBookworm on LibraryThing 20 days ago
As I said in my last review, I was hoping that the downhill slope that Hamilton is walking with the series must stop with this book but I was left disappointed. The book remained the downhill spiral that it took after Obsidian Butterfly and if this continues, the fans of the series will certainly look for alternative options.This novel indeed introduced a new character but also was an addition to the growing pile of Anita's lovers which is not really a good since if you ask me. I don't mind reading erotica but reading it 80% of the novel is just too much for me. As Anita was described to have embraced her growing powers but it just somewhat made her more promiscuous and made the novel soft porn. I don't want to use that term but it's what the book is giving me.Reading the book I realized that I skim through pages to avoid reading the steamy parts. The initial story of the book seemed lost and I'm wondering if Hamilton can bring justice to the series again with the future books.
averitasm on LibraryThing 20 days ago
Great series. this one is a little different but still very good.
LJT on LibraryThing 20 days ago
As far as I'm concerned, this is the last in the series for me. They have devolved into a sorry excuse for porn and violence. If you like that, give it a try. but for me, it was boring, confusing, and not a fun read at all. I don't like Anita anymore, and couldn't care less what happens to her now.
susanbevans on LibraryThing 20 days ago
Not that impressed by this one. It's kind of going down hill for me. Not enough plot, too much kink.
Angel26 on LibraryThing 20 days ago
Enter Micah stage right. Dramatic exit Richard stage left????Personally I was truly sad to see Richard and Anita's relationship end even though it was no surprise. I love Richards character as the good sweet guy who just wants to do whats right and not always the easy choice. Him being paired with the "take no prisoners", gun wielding girlfriend was a good combination to watch. It's like when your driving by and accident and you find yourself breaking to see what happened even though you know exactly what happened. I found my self being Richards personal little cheerleader since the beginning, and by the end of this one I had the complete realization the Richard needs someone else, even though my heart hurt for both of them because in theory love should conquer all right?Let me just say that these books are not for young readers. This book is the turning point when Anita is forced to embrace her sexual side. Laurell K Hamilton did a amazing job allowing the sexual tension to build up in her scenes. I'm not really into erotica but I'm waiting on the edge of my seat at times for Jean-Claude (or any of these me quite frankly) to do what he does best. When the character Nathaniel was introduced I found he to be completely pathetic and was hoping he would disappear, and quickly at that. Now I love how devoted he is and how his character is growing and the entire pard along with him. I love watching the under dogs rise up.This book was eventful and i would have given it a full 5 if the ending wouldn't have been so anti-climatic...
GoldLeaf on LibraryThing 5 months ago
As a long-time fan, I was slow to give up this series, but I have come back to warn others. This may be the last moderately enjoyable book in a previously very fun and imaginative series. It is a big fall from the previous book in the series (Obsidian Butterfly), and it is also marks the end of any real plot lines in Hamilton's writing. If you like a lot of angst, multiple sexual encounters with multiple partners (and somehow still always boring), discussions of angst, discussions of angst about multiple sexual encounters, and narcissistic, uber-powerful, and yet unlikable, female supernatural protagonists... man, oh, man, is this the series for you! Everyone else, my advice is to savor this last bit of supernatural fluff and make your final good-byes to Anita Blake here.
lalawe on LibraryThing 5 months ago
After Obsidian Butterfly, this was just not what I was expecting. The writing's still good, but it feels like the plot has taken second place to some generally squicky sex scenes.
JustMe869 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I should like Laurell Hamilton. A vampire/horror genera set in St. Louis. I can not get into her. She is too over the top.