Jul 22 2015

A costume this expensive really has to look better than this

Sexy Satan CostumeThere are two things that can take a costume from poor to lousy and then beyond that to something close to ridiculous. One is a costume that simply looks lousy. The second is when that costume’s price tag is so insanely high that why anyone would want to buy it is beyond me…

This… thing… is called the Sexy Satan Costume and it comes with the red sequin halter top, booty shorts, red sequin chaps with belt buckle, red sequin devil horn hood and red sequin pitchfork. The choker and heels are not included. This disaster… this mess… sells for $125 US.

I’ve seen some really bad costumes, some of which I have given the title of worst costume ever. I’ve been warned that by doing so I am tempting the universe to have someone design something worse and I have to admit that in this case I think that’s quite true.

There isn’t a single thing I like about this mess. It isn’t sexy, it isn’t seductive. It is however a complete train wreck in that you can’t help but look at it and the overwhelming trashiness just burns into your mind. And I’m really sorry about that, but this is a public service as I see it to keep people from buying things that should be tossed into a furnace and then toasting marshmallows over the ashes.

Seriously, that is the best thing that can possible happen in this case as there is no way to improve this whatsoever.

I’m sure I have a better looking latex skirt and bandeau top in my collection that by themselves would look far better than this. Add a pair of latex stockings, red heels, and a bit of Queen of the Succubi attitude and whomever might be silly enough to buy this disaster would be slinking away into the shadows to hide.

So, please, don’t buy this.

Zero out of five pitchforks and a place in the Hall of Costume Infamy.

Because it deserves to be there.



Jul 21 2015

A Review of Dream Girl by Jeremy D. Hill

Dream Girl by Jeremy D. Hill

Dream Girl by Jeremy D. Hill

It is said that our past influences our present and, eventually, defines our future. There are some pasts that cannot be forgotten, no matter how much we try.

And, sometimes, there is a part of our past that we never really understand, but sense. When that part returns to reveal itself… What happens then?

The work tells of:

Wanna be rock ‘n’ roll star Wes Warrington has a troubled past involving the occult and institutionalization. Now touring with his band can he put his past behind him and find his dream girl? And when he does, will she be what she seems to be?

Wes has lived through a life that really no one can ever understand. Pain, suffering, a family that abused and used him, and a girl in his past that went over the edge because she wanted him. Surviving all that confronted him, he manages to continue on in a band… but on this night… the dream girl of the past he thought he knew will be revealed to be so very real.

Overall, this work is mainly about Wes and his past. There is a lot of detail in that past, all of the bad things and so very little good, that it really, at least for me, was hard to get through. It shapes his personality but more importantly, there is one moment in his life that he did not understand at that time.

Being involved with a “good girl” who involves him with summoning a Succubus, then blames him for everything that happened, would be have been the end of the story for a lot of characters. But Wes survives, moves on, and tries to live his life. But the thing is, he remembers seeing, vaguely, a beautiful woman before things went wrong. And he thinks of her often, making her more and more real in his mind.

When the story comes to the present time for Wes, he meets an odd woman. She captivates him, gains his attention, and for the barest of instants there is the sign that she is a Succubus. One with a very familiar name.

That would have been an interesting story to read but it is a very few short pages towards the end of the work and there isn’t really a lot told of who the Succubus is, what she is, or her character other than she has been looking for Wes and wants him to be “complete”. There are little touches of her wings, of her being, that are told, but her character, her personality is shaded and shadowed… And honestly I would have liked to know as much about her as we learn about Wes.

There is a touch of erotica in this work, but it is very little as the main point of the work tends towards the macabre and horrific. While as a whole the story is an interesting one, I’m not so sure that the work needed to have as much pain and suffering for Wes in it as happened.

The ending was not quite as satisfying as I would have liked, but in the framework of the story it made complete sense. The moments after the climax seemed rushed and unfocused and that was a shame.

The writing had but two points were a word error or misuse of a word happened, but otherwise the writing is quite good and descriptive. The character of Wes and that of the other band members is well told and shown, but, as I have said, the Succubus appears to be mainly about her physical aspects and not really about her personality… I think the story would have been better if that part of the story had been revealed…

Two and a half out of five pitchforks.

There quite a lot about Wes, his life, and the dream that he sees of the girl that he wants to love. Personally I would have liked to know as much about the girl of his dreams than we do…



Jul 21 2015

A Review of Hell On Heels!: She’s The Devils Daughter Looking To Collect! by Michael Uva

Hell On Heels!: She's The Devils Daughter Looking To Collect! by Michael Uva

Hell On Heels!: She’s The Devils Daughter Looking To Collect! by Michael Uva

There are, on occasion, some works that have something a little bit different to them. By that I mean there’s something in the story, the characters, the entire idea that is lurking in the pages that takes things places that no one has ever considered.

I do enjoy that sort of work, mainly for who the characters are and what happens to them over the course of the story. Sometimes the humour that goes along for the right is a little bit odd, but then when there’s something a little bit odd about all of the characters in the first place that isn’t a bad thing to see…

  • Title: Hell On Heels!: She’s The Devils Daughter Looking To Collect!
  • Author: Michael Uva
  • Length: 105 Pages
  • Publishing Date: February 15, 2015
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells the story of:

If you think the Devil is evil, try dealing with his progeny! Lilith, the oldest of the brood has been sent on a mission of extreme importance to Satan. If she fails, her birthright will be given up to Alona, her little sister. She has one chance to show her metal. In her case, that usually comes in the form of Stiletto spiked, high heel shoes! You see, she’s a zealous Fashionista! Yes, she’s coming to get you… one way or another! There’s no one that can stop her, except Bruce… The Angel Of Death! Who is about to retire!

The book summary is a little bit misleading as, in truth, the story isn’t so much about Lilith but rather what happens to someone that gets involved in situations that Lilith sees to. There’s a lot of mystery about what exactly goes on, who some of the characters are, and what the point of the story is.

But that’s the charm of this work. It isn’t the usual murder mystery or private-eye story, though there are aspect of those themes within the pages. It isn’t a comedy, or satire, though that comes out clearly from the characters, setting and plot as well. It is a quirky story, somewhat odd at times, sometimes quite violent and over the top as well. But more than anything, it is about the characters, how strongly written they are, how independent each is and how they all relate to each other in the most amazing ways.

Lilith, one of the main characters, isn’t quite a succubus, though she has a lot of the aspects of a succubus in her personality and powers. She is quite cruel at times, very much over the top in her sexuality and actions at times as well. But then comes the aspect of her where being the Devil’s daughter means coming home for dinner, now and then, and having to answer Daddy when he calls on her phone. She is a little wild at times, but as well, she’s very calculating, headstrong and has a personality that takes over the pages where she appears.

The work is written a little oddly however in that it reads more like an outline for a television episode at times. Each change of scene is preceded by a note of where things are going to happen and it reads a little bit oddly as a result. There isn’t really chapters in the work as a whole, but rather a series of vignettes that, when collected into a whole and the threads are connected, makes for something quite special.

A strong story, lots of character, a tremendous amount of personality and a series of interwoven themes and lives that simply works. I would like to see where things go from here, there’s an obvious ‘what comes next’ at the end of the book and that interests me.

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

A unique read and a group of characters not to be found anywhere else.



Jul 20 2015

The Other Side (A Companion Piece to “Traveling”) by James

Last week I shared a story in which I told, in some way, something that I am quite upset over. I am not where I should be, not doing what I should be, not being where I have wanted to be tomorrow… My Heart and his Beloved will be there, my Eternal as well… But not I…

I wrote the piece last week…. upset. I still am, will be for some time I expect because… because that is how I am…

Something My Heart understands…


The Other Side (a companion piece to “Traveling”)

by James


He had looked forward to this journey for so long, some real traveling that didn’t involve any work, didn’t involve any emergencies or anybody needing any help. He had looked forward to being away from home, as much as he loved it, because, when he was home, there was always work waiting for him . . . someplace.

And yet, there was the part he missed. Their dog wasn’t making the journey with them, but was staying with friends. Beds in places where one travels are never the same as one’s bed at home, no matter how nice the traveling accommodations might be. Nor is the food ever quite the same—for better and for worse. Most of all, he missed seeing the light from the home on the other side of the fence. It was ever a warm and cheery light, not simply for the illuminations of the house itself, but for the light of its occupants, who had become more than good friends—they were good family.

As he looked out of the window of his train, watching the world go by, his mind’s eye was drawn back to the fence. It was, he was pretty sure—the changes in time zones kept him on his toes—the time of day when he would meet his Dear One by the fence, when they would say so little and so much all at the same time, talking of their day, of their Eternals, of their dogs and work and dinner and sundry minutiae. Yet, in that seemingly innocuous banter, they were really renewing a timeless bond, a bond which transcended realities and universes and which neither ever realized existed until the met, quite by accident, so long ago yet not very long ago.

Somehow, their little chats kept reality in balance.

He never knew quite how that was possible, except, he suspected, because she was indeed so important to so many worlds, so many people, so many realities. He was, he thought, probably, the only one to call her “Dear One,” but she went by so many other names, and brought light and how and joy and possibility to so very many other people. How he was a help in all of this, bound to his one reality, he never knew, but he was grateful for his time with her, and more grateful that he could be useful. And, right now, he was missing that one bit of home, even though he still felt connected to her.

One thing he most looked forward to was the stop on the trip where they would meet up with their neighbors for a special day. This hadn’t been the reason for the journey, or even part of the original plan, but it was truly a cherry on the sundae of this whole special, relaxing fortnight, as the four of them would just get to visit and have fun together.

Then came her message: some annoying slugs, flush with their own power and their own over-estimation of their importance, had managed to weasel out a way to force her to take a trip she didn’t want to take. It was in her power to say “no”—there were few things not in her power, in one world or another, though more than she cared to ever admit to herself—but her refusal would leave others vulnerable to bigger troubles, and it simply wasn’t in her to allow that. But she would miss their rendezvous. Her Eternal would be there, provided, the traveler mused, that her beloved was not crushed under the weight of all the instructions she had included for making things “perfect.” For the traveler and his love, having their friend there to wave and say “Hi” was more than sufficient.

Still, his Dear One was beating herself up for not being there in person, in part out of disappointment—which he shared—in part out of duty. He wished he could take that latter bit away from her; he kept trying to tell her that there was no “duty” involved, that it wasn’t that way with them (he knew that, were the tables turned, he would feel that duty, feel that he was letting her down, but he didn’t need to deal with that now, so he pushed forward, ignoring the potential double standard). More than anything, he wished he could take the pain away from her, wished he could just hold that for her, at least the part that concerned the two of them. He also had some passing notions of mercilessly and repeatedly impaling slugs on salt-encrusted pitchforks . . . but that was just for fun.

Then came that night on the train, there in the dark, as the other train passed, and their fence . . . How could it be their fence? And yet, how could it be anything else? . . . somehow appeared, and there seemed to be only one window lit in the train that passed, and, ever-so briefly, but in a nanosecond that seemed to stretch out for a week, he saw her, and heard, “Hello, my heart,” and shared a hug.

Then it was over.

But, also, so much was changed. She would go on, and keep people safe and happy, and keep worlds in balance, and they would both find their way back to the fence in time.

But there would be something more. Universes that believed they could keep these two apart were foolish universes. Bigger forces than these slugs had tried and failed before. The moment he lost sight of his Dear One’s train in the night, the thoughts began spinning in his head.

When he and his beloved met up with Dear One’s Eternal, the plotting would begin.

The other side of this missed moment would be something much more . . .

Jul 19 2015

A Review of The High Priestess’ Corruption by Xavier Girbes

The High Priestess' Corruption by Xavier Girbes

The High Priestess’ Corruption by Xavier Girbes

There are some series that try to begin, at least in someway, and in doing so they create a moment, an instant, where the story has some promise. Something within it that offers the tantalizing possibility that the story has something within the pages that offers more than an erotic moment.

It is getting to the story, to find where it starts and then, hopefully in time, where it concludes that there can be something found. But when the opening is lost within the erotica, leaving the story not fully realized that something is missing.

The work tells the story of:

Gabriella felt the return of the Dark Lord every night in her dreams. As the High Priestess of the citadel, it was her job to stand as the living embodiment of purity, to remain chaste in the service of The Light and protect her people.

But as he drew closer and closer to her, she could sense his effect on the land, the normally good and chaste people of the citadel had grown dark and depraved. She had even caught her noble attendant Sir Francis, once the embodiment of nobility and loyalty, watching her lewdly. Now with the Dark Lord at the citadel gates, Gabriella fights to keep him at bay, while also fighting against her growing desire to give herself to him.

A story of the fall of the light as the darkness surrounds the last of the light. A moment when the balance is tipped, things change, and what once was, becomes something other than what should be.

The work reads very much like the opening chapter to a novel, having the setting, the characters and then the theme of the work clearly told. As such, while there is some background given, then followed by the events told, it isn’t quite all that detailed, nor is a lot of time spent in the story itself. By comparison, the erotica within the work takes up most of the story, and through that things change.

But there isn’t really a lot of time spent on explaining why the events unfold as they do. The work seems to want to get to the erotica as quickly as possible, and find that heat to move the story onwards. There is a bit of mind control, really there’s more than a bit and it leads to the heat of the work. There are some transformations, a bit of character change in form and personality as well.

In that comes, for but an instant, the appearance of two succubi who come to be through two characters being transformed. It is, as a whole, only hinted at, the moment is quickly passed by and then the characters fall into the background.

The work is fantasy, a bit dark, but not too much so. It is short, a little lost in telling a story at some points as well. There is heat, though that in itself isn’t enough to carry the story either. It reads too thin for the first book of a series and needed to be longer and telling more of a story. Seeing as, of this review, there has not been another work in the series, that is the larger shame as there is a story here to tell. But it just isn’t as much as it should be.

Three out of five pitchforks.

As the outline to a longer work, or as the opening chapter to a novel, this tells quite an interesting story. The problem is that the series didn’t continue, the story is not fully told and that is the greater shame.



Jul 19 2015

A Review of The Visitor by Daria Savoy

The Visitor by Daria Savoy

The Visitor by Daria Savoy

Sometimes the story of encountering a Succubus is one that needs no names to be told. The story is told in emotions and passions, not the spoken word. It is not so much a story of what is seen, but rather what is felt. Sometimes the pleasure given is one that needs to be returned and in doing so, sometimes you are learn about yourself.

What you desire, what you need, and most of all, what takes you to the edge and then beyond.

But, sadly, the author should have written their own work and not taken the words of another…

  • Title: The Visitor
  • Author: Daria Savoy
  • Length: 12 Pages
  • ASIN: B00M4TL9RI
  • Publishing Date: July 24, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com (Removed – Plagiarized Work)

It is the story of:

Anne Patterson is a normal office clerk, invisible to the everyday individual. She runs a routine life that hasn’t had a hint of romance for more than a year. When the opportunity to move into a historical loft presents itself, she can’t refuse. The place is a part of a renovated factory, built during the Industrial Revolution. She’s always wanted to live in a piece of history, but never would she have fathomed what awaited in her new home.

A woman moves into a loft and soon after finds that it is haunted. She is visited more and more often as time passes and as it does, she discovers the one that visits needs and that she needs in return.

The interesting thing about this work is that very few words are actually spoken by the characters. As such it is more about the emotions, needs, and the physical aspects than anything else. While the summary of the work gives the main character’s name, in the actual story it is never mentioned. The work is told from the main character’s perspective throughout and with that comes her thoughts, fears, emotions and, when the Succubus appears, the needs within her.

The story that comes from that simmers throughout much of the story until it crests and with it a change in the way the main character thinks about the visitor she has. The question of what the visitor is, whether succubus, ghost or other being, is never really touched on. But what is obvious is the need to touch, to caress, to want to be with Anne as the story goes on.

The erotica is told in a way that is very tactile and I thought that came out really well. While the work is short, the story itself is told completely and well in that space. There isn’t the feeling of something missing when the story comes to its conclusion because the heat that has been building in the story, when the climax arrives, is played upon perfectly. The work isn’t a hot flash so much as it is a long, drawn out tease that ends in a wonderful burst of passion.

While the writing is excellent, the editing needs some work. There are three points in the work where a word is misused and those come at moments in the story where passions are cresting, or the climax is almost upon Anne and as such I found that very distracting. This is a minor fault but with all that this work offers these points just took a lot away from the story and I thought it took much out of my imagination at those moments and it made it difficult to get fully into the story once more before it happened again.

I’ll give this work three and a half out of five pitchforks.

The work needs another editing pass to clean up what are really some minor word errors that take away from a haunting story at the wrong moment. Beyond that the heat is wonderful, the passions real, and a story of a succubus that is not lust, but love.

The work also should never had appeared as it was plagiarized from another author’s work sadly. With the advent of Kindle Unlimited, this happens far too often. It shouldn’t not by any means.



Jul 18 2015

Quite a nice Morrigan Aensland Cosplay

An image of a rather nice Morrigan Aensland cosplay that I found when I was looking through the etsy.com site and I just wanted to share what I found.

Kassandra Leigh as Morrigan Aensland

Kassandra Leigh as Morrigan Aensland

The model is Kassandra Leigh, she has a website that can be found quite easily and she does an amazing amount of Cosplay there. She looks quite good as Morrigan, she has the right pose in this picture, her expression feels right, and as a whole she does look very much like Morrigan.

It makes me ponder if sometime I should try a Morrigan look for myself… but probably not… I don’t think I have the body shape to pull that off… And besides, blue isn’t my colour after all…