“Eat me,” I whispered. “I don’t … I don’t understand.”
While this has been an innuendo-heavy book, this turn of phrase is actually quite appropriate. It literally ate a part of him, as will be clarified in a moment. (more…)
The fifteenth chapter is an Unforgiven Blossom one, which again reminds us right from the first sentence of how nonexistent her motivation is.
The problem with the lands west of the forest and south of the ice, Unforgiven Blossom had long since decided, was that they were too damnably large.
Yup, a person currently trying to shake pursuer(s) is complaining there’s just so much land to hide in. (more…)
Third and final book!
This one spins outward to encompass a wide range of characters, shifting POV and timeframe and place. We see old events from new eyes and new eyes on old characters, and we even spiral back all the way back to before it even began. (more…)
And now we’re back to Yuyu. When last we left him, brain-eating chaos fairies were putting perfectly ordinary brambles in his way and then he went a different way they didn’t want him to go and somehow this meant the brambles stopped.
Today, he’s still in the boring woods with boring plants and no fun wyld-related monstrosity stuff. (more…)
Right, so there will be a delay returning to Moon and so instead there will be an end to the delay of Grave Peril.
Last time, Harry’s bullshit “reasoning” led him to figuring out the nightmare wanted revenge for that time Michael killed it, at which point he declared he needed to go warn Murphy.
We open this chapter with him attempting to explain his equally bullshit decision:
There’s a kind of mathematics that goes along with saving people’s lives. You find yourself running the figures without even realizing it, like a medic on a battlefield. This patient has no chance of surviving. That one does, but only if you let a third die. (more…)
Well, first I mislaid the game and then I left the notes on the wrong computer, so here we are again!
Last time, instead of properly warning either Michael or Murphy, Harry rushes off to save Murphy and gets there too late, so off he goes to try to save Michael.
Now, previously, Harry visited Micky (it seems like M is a cursed letter this book) and gone on about their wonderfully homey home. Now he’s doing the same thing about Michael’s place, which is a chunk of suburbia with, yes, white picket fences, plopped into Chicago. (more…)
I’ve done smarter things in my life. Once, for example, I threw myself out of a moving car in order to take on a truckload of lycanthropes singlehandedly. That had been nominally smarter. At least I had been fairly certain that I could kill them, if I had to, at the time.
That’s really not how that went down.
God, the “last time on” things in this series are always so annoying. (more…)
Since I spent last October rambling about this, hey look, the movie’s actually happening and it looks like it’s sticking to the good stuff of the book!
All hospital emergency rooms have the same feel to them. They’re all decorated in the same dull, muted tones and softened edges, which are meant to be comforting and aren’t. They all have the same smell too: one part tangy antiseptics, one part cool dispassion, one part anxiety, and one part naked fear.
This feels like one of those situations where the author’s flunking out on the whole “write what you know” thing and resorting to cliche. (more…)
Back in my lab, it felt a little creepy to be working by candlelight. Intellectually, I knew that it was still full daylight outside, but last night had brought out the instinctive fear of the dark that is a part of being human.
Intellectually, working by candlelight makes you go blind. (more…)
Last time, Harry decided that he’d so thoroughly fucked up everything about investigating the A-plot that he might as well work the vampire party B-plot. (more…)
Stuff I’ve consumed recently. Horror-adjacent.
Last chapter, Harry wears a dumb outfit and the vampires get cartoonishly outraged.
This chapter, Harry’s remembering he has to complain about fucking everything, so the fact the outfit he chose to outrage vampires outraged them is now terrible. (more…)
“Poisoned?” I said, witlessly.
Look, Harry got something right! (more…)
Right, so.
When last we left off, Harry had decided to go to the vampire party because the nightmare ghosty has some third party buffing it and he’s decided that the only possible place for such a person would be the vampire party. He then proceeds to aggro everyone in the place repeatedly for no reason, guzzles drugged wine in front of them, and says his true name twice to a dragon while getting mad at it for thinking it’s stronger than him merely because it actually is. Also, still no followup on the drugged starving sick cursed child Harry let get taken by vampires, because Harry doesn’t care. At the end we discover that this entire time, he somehow missed that Susan was at the party because her outfit slightly resembled a vampire one, and Harry realizes that since he already said Michael was his plus-one, Susan does not have invite protection. (She also doesn’t have invite protection because she forged the invite, because Harry’s stupidity is catching.)
Someone else has also just noticed! Or more likely, been tapping their foot this whole time waiting for Harry to notice so they could jump in and pretend to just notice. I’m sorry he takes forever, evil monster. It must be so frustrating to be a villain in these books. (more…)