Jan 27 2015

A Review of A Willing Plaything by Rafaela Valdez

A Willing Plaything by Rafaela Valdez

A Willing Plaything by Rafaela Valdez

I’ve sometimes wondered what a group of Succubi in a kind of Dungeons and Dragons story would be like. How “evil” would they be? Would they be more practical? More thoughtful? What would the group be structured like?

But of course being that it would be sort of D&D in nature, that means chain mail bikinis, buxom warriors and Succubi having their way with them. All in all, if the right mix of laughter, erotica, and uniqueness was in the story, it could work really well… Sometimes it can.

The summary tells of:

Siofra’s ninth adventure in an underground succubus sex magick lair. Siofra’s long-awaited ninth adventure takes her underground, where horny devils live, hoping to use her eagerness and energy to refuel their dark magickal needs. Who’s playing who?

Siofra is a Paladin on a quest, one that involves finding her way through a dungeon and confronting a group of evil succubi. However she finds out that the succubi aren’t exactly evil, but they all know exactly what they want from her.

The work reads very much like a Dungeons and Dragons encounter in a lot of ways. Siofra is a Paladin, wearing a chain mail bikini of course, and she encounters a group of succubi who use a bit of mind control on her before they have some fun with her.

The odd thing about the work is that the succubi seem to speak in a very modern sort of way which did give me some pause as the story progressed. The tone seemed to be slightly Valley Girl in accent which just seemed weird as a whole.

That said, the method of mind control that the succubi use is quite interesting and how Siofra was effected by it, how her attitude, wants and desires change as a result is nicely subtle at first. It isn’t that she suddenly wants to have fun with the succubi, it’s more than her own needs get ramped up over time and then when Siofra is suitably trapped, the complete submission to the will of the succubi comes. And for that matter, so does Siofra and the succubi.

None of the succubi are actually named in this story, though there is a cute little passage about a new succubus “learning the ropes” that I just adored. The group as a whole is unique, each succubi having their own personality and sexual drives which they each draw from Siofra over the course of the story.

Siofra isn’t quite the normal oversexed female Paladin in chain mail, there’s a bit of magic she’s been stuck with that the succubi take full advantage of and really some of what transpired as a result of that was hilariously funny.

The work is well written, the erotica is nicely hot with an undercurrent of both mind control and dominance that I felt came together really well. At the close of the work, the view of the succubi was I thought perfect for what they did over the course of the story. The story does leave a few plot paths open at the end for another work, but as a whole it does end on a good note and I did like the story overall very much.

Four out of five pitchforks.

I think I would have liked names for the succubi and perhaps a bit more mind control being used on Siofra. Perhaps the succubi need to visit her? What would be the effects of a group of succubi entering a town in this world? And would Siofra help them or simply become their pet again?

I think I would like to see that.



Jan 27 2015

A Review of Seduction 101 by Dou7g

Seduction 101 by Dou7g

Seduction 101 by Dou7g

Continuing my reviews of the works of the author Dou7g in the series called Succubus Temptations. You can find my review of the first work in the series here on the Tale and you can find the review of the second work here as well. Book three I’ll be reviewing this time, the title alone did catch my attention obviously, and the teaser plot did look interesting as well…

There is an interesting thing that happens when a relationship starts. Sometimes it isn’t clear where the lines are, who’s in control, and what it all means. Sometimes the pleasure of finding out masks things that might be good to know. Sometimes that need to know isn’t as important as the need itself…

The work tells of:

Kendra the Succubus returns to call in the favor that the lovely mage, Megan, owes her. The Succubus wants Megan to bring down a powerful force for good in the land. Despite being mostly good herself, Megan agrees to pay back the favor she owes to the demoness she loves but this requires some training in the art of seduction. Also Edmund begins his own course of swordsmanship to become a fitting bodyguard to the mage from an unusual instructor.

Kendra has a problem. One of them is that she is supposed to deal with a certain do-gooder, but she can’t actually do so. However, Megan is more than willing… in a lot of ways… to do so. But first Kendra needs to teach Megan some of her tricks… which soon become treats for them both.

This part of the series focuses, for the most part, on Kendra and Megan’s relationship in a lot of ways. While they don’t quite come out and express everything to each other, the undercurrents that are quite evident as the story is told tells of the pair’s relationship changing and shifting between them. It’s interesting to see one, then the other, be in control for a time and what happens to each as a result. There’s some really cute teasing and seduction that goes between the two and it adds that little bit of depth to both of the characters that I think needed to return from the first work.

The beginning of the work tells of Kendra, the succubus of the series, and Megan, who really feels like a succubus-to-be in this story, having a hot erotic time together in which quite a few of the seductive tricks and powers of Kendra come to the fore. When the tables turn, Megan shows that she is a quick learner and returns the favour in some deliciously hot ways. Once they come back to their senses, Kendra tells Megan of the favour she wants, and when Megan explains that she cannot be “seductive enough” to perform… Kendra shows her how wrong she is with the help of a willing friend in the castle.

There is some really nicely told succubus mind control scenes at this point which I though were perfectly told, the scenes being both very seductive and sexy, but also, at the right moments, having a bit of playful fun that I adored. I did love it when Megan found it within herself to actually be seductive, to learn the ways to be so, and it was even more cute when Kendra found ways to “encourage” Megan to continue.

The work sets things up well for the next part in the series without giving too much away. It also leaves a few hints here and there of where Megan’s tale might go from here, what Kendra intends for the future, and what else might be next. In all of that, and more importantly for me, the joy that was in the first work in the series came fully back in this one and I found it a much better read than the second work in the series.

The story was cute, fun, and had some lovely heat in it which brought me back to the first work in the series. The tone of the work, though having some serious moments in it, didn’t feel wrong or out of place and the characters all felt right as well. A couple of minor mistakes in spelling and grammar, but nothing really serious as a whole. While not quite as good as the first work, it does come close in a lot of ways, and the setting up of the story to come I think worked well.

I’m giving this work four out of five pitchforks.

A cute, fun, sexy interlude where some truths about the characters are revealed, their lives become more intertwined, and the story deepens very nicely. Book Four will be out shortly, and where the series goes from here I expect will have some twists and turns to be found.



Jan 26 2015

Storm Clouds 216 by TeraS

Starting Chapter 40 this week… As things happen to Jane and John, Tera and her Dear One face the music. Or at least the first few notes…

For those that would like to read Storm Clouds from the beginning, you can click this link, and it will take you to the page where all of the previous chapters can be found.


Storm Clouds 216
Chapter 36
By TeraS


Time passed ever so slowly in the room. Someone who concentrated might be able to follow the dust motes as they floated here and there among the bookcases, tables, and chairs. Someone not so inclined to watch them might be held by the image of a woman straddling a man on one of the chairs, her fingers laced into his hair and their lips crushed together in a deep kiss.

One might also notice that neither of them was moving. But there was one other in the room who was. She was stalking back and forth, her long, red, heart-tipped tail swaying pensively as she walked, her eyes scanning intently from the carpet below her to the two intertwined and then back again as she paced.

Out of what some might mistake for frustration or impatience, she would tuck a wayward lock of hair back behind one of her ears from time to time. In fact, it was neither of those emotions, but rather, her pondering over what she knew and understood …

… and when Tera, the Queen of the Succubi, put a puzzle together and the pieces fit? That spelt issues for someone.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar presence entering the apartment building, so her pacing came to a stop and a warm smile played upon her lips. She had been wondering when he was going to appear, and it seemed that this moment was the one that mattered.

His timing, as always, was impeccable. But then, he was especially attuned to her.

Counting to twelve, Tera walked over to the apartment door and then waited another three beats before opening the door and looking out into the hallway. The elevator dinged, the doors opened and she waved to the one standing there, his hands quite full. “Coming! Just a moment, my heart!”

The man in the elevator, who Thomas would recognize as the pastor from the funeral he attended not so long ago, nodded his head in lieu of a wave: “All fine, Dear One. I’ll manage.”

Quickly making her way down the hall, Tera replied: “Manners will not allow that, you know. At least allow me to be of some use?”

He chuckled: “We’ve talked about this before, Dear One. You sell yourself short. You are more than useful and, one of these days, you’ll see that.”

She scrunched up her nose as she took a small bag from under his arm: “Family trait, you know.”

He nodded once, blushing a little: “Yes … quite so.”

Moving to walk beside him, she slipped her arm with his and they moved towards John’s apartment. As they walked, they slipped into the banter they always shared.

“I’m sorry for being late.”

“Not late. You are exactly on time, as always.”

“How are you managing, Dear One?”

“Oh … managing, my heart.” Of course, she didn’t want to worry him.

“I see.” Of course, he saw right through that.

The next words that passed between them were ones that each knew didn’t need to be said, for they had known each other, it seemed, forever. Tera’s heart would always be so, as would she for him as his Dear One. That was just how things were, and nothing in the universes could change that fact. After they entered John’s apartment, he handed her one of the styrofoam cups he held. As he closed the door he asked: “And where is your Eternal, Dear One?”

Tera smiled as she traced a fingertip around the rim of the styrofoam cup: “Oh, he’s off and about looking after something.” She looked at him and nodded once: “But he is with me and I am with him.”

The look he gave her was somewhere between understanding and trepidation: “Of course. That was not my concern.”

Her finger stopped moving as she tilted her head to the left: “But you are concerned.”

He nodded, taking the lid off his tea: “I am worried about you, Dear One. You are troubled, have been for some time. I can see it in your eyes … your Eternal and I might be the only ones that possibly could have seen it, of course, but it is there.”

Tera was silent for a time, then admitted: “I think the Dark has been messing with things it should not. So I am … hoping … to fix that damage.”

“I see. And the two over there?”

“They are the thing that needs to be made right once more.”

He took a sip of his tea: “Playing matchmaker, Dear One?”

She took the lid off her own tea: “Oh those two are matched, my heart. I’m just trying to set things right once more.”

“Dear One, are you sure you are doing the right thing, or are you possibly … inadvertently … just maybe … doing the Dark’s own work for it?”

Tera paused, her tea almost to her lips: “Memories have been changed, my heart. The reason for that I do not know. Yet the Dark has altered the memories of some of the succubi. It has also changed the memories of innocents. It is trying to set something up to Its benefit. Jane is one of them. John, the dear man she is with at the moment, is the other.”

“Are you sure?”

Tera’s tail moved slowly behind her: “I know Eternals when I see them, my heart. In that I am sure. What happens after that is in their hands.”

“Which means we wait.”

“You need not have to, my heart. I’ll wait.”

He winked: “And have you talking to yourself? I shudder to think what your dear Tail will have to say about that.”

Tera smiled a warm, knowing smile: “You are, of course, quite right, my heart.”

He walked over to the couch and settled in: “What would you like to talk about while we wait?”

Tera took a spot on the other end of the couch, curling her legs underneath her as she did: “I have a theory … more of a thought, perhaps.”

He looked at his tea: “Why do I have the feeling, Dear One, that we’ll need more tea?”

She laughed: “Because that is how it always works when we chat, my heart. And, next time, I will bring the pie to share.”

He tipped his cup towards her: “So. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

She tilted her head to the right: “There is quite a lot that is bothering me. To be truthful, there has been for some time. I think that the time which the Dark has spent in trying to get into the Realm has made it desperate for some kind of success.”

He furrowed his brow: “It is a persistent entity; that much is obvious. And yes, your … resistance … has been a thorn in Its side.” The innocent look she gave in reply just made him chuckle as he sipped his tea, waiting for her to continue.

She considered the cup she held, then continued: “To be honest, it’s been a bother to me as well, in more ways than one, but we won’t dwell on that part of the story, as we’ll come back to that a bit later to try and tie the threads together.”

“Which means we start with … ?”

“We start with the question of what, exactly, is It intending to do with the tail that is missing.”

“You assume she is being held?”

“I know she is being held. I am just not sure exactly where she is at this moment. I know that she is nearby … somewhere … but otherwise I am not sure where. I sense she is trapped or bound in some way. That means It must have a plan for her. Whether by influencing her, forcing something upon her, or other means, It has but one goal, and having a Tail would give It something It never had before.”

He nodded: “A key.”

“Yes. There are only a few entries into the Realm for those not …” She paused here, considering her next words, worrying that “like us” would sound more than a bit conceited, but he finished the thought for her.

“… like you, Dear One. I know better—we know better—and you need to keep that in mind.”

She nodded in reply: “Of course. Like us, my heart. There are some with that key. Some others, like you, are offered a pass to the Realm, at the right time for the right reason. But all of us, even myself, have to pass by the gates, all of them, before stepping foot in the Realm.”

He smiled: “And, of course, that final gate, the one that none shall pass without permission, is the last bastion.”

She sighed, wistfully: “Yes. But we won’t dwell on that point, my heart. Let’s try and keep focus on our missing tail for the moment.”

He gave a sidelong look at the pair on the chair as he wondered: “Can I assume that they are both part of the story?”

“Quite so. She is the sister of the one whose tail is held, obviously. He is, I am sure, her Eternal. When we had the funeral, it struck me that she was there, but he was not. The question then was … “Why?” Speaking with her afterwards, it was clear that the Dark did something to her, and, I think, vice versa.”

“So, you have two souls no longer connected.”

“Yes, but that’s just where it begins. She, our dear Jane, is impulsive, quick to anger, and more importantly, would do anything to have revenge for her sister’s passing. What would she do if she believed that her only family, the only one she loved, was gone?”

He shook his head: “Oh, I have a good idea. There was something wrong about her; I had chalked it up to grief and did not push her. I should have.”

She set her cup down on a small side table, some worry in her eyes as she looked at him: “No guilt, my heart—not for either of us. There was enough grief to go around for everyone. We both missed it, but we are both now aware.”

He allowed those words but replied: “Then I expect you not to have guilt, either. It is not becoming of you. Queen or not, it is not becoming of you or your soul, and I will not allow it.”

She laced her fingers together, placing them in her lap: “The guilt I think I have dealt with. It was slowly turning into anger … or it was until Jane came back and I saw she had a problem. That problem made it clear that there was a … discrepancy that needed to be repaired.”

He considered his tea: “Now that your anger is gone, Dear One, you need to keep it away … the Dark is counting on using it against you.”

She looked towards Jane and John: “Something happened in the two weeks that she was out of touch. When she came back, she claimed to have been overseas for some time, but that made little sense, as they were inseparable. There was something missing in Jane. Again, it seemed like the loss of her sister was the answer, but it goes further than that. He was missing. They were missing.”

“So, that’s when you put Tom and Camilla onto things?”

She nodded and picked up her tea again, taking a sip: “There was something that happened in the world here, driven by forces bound to rules that apply here. Something else happened outside of this world, where other rules apply. Having the two of them dealing with this will give me a new perspective on what It wants.”

He chuckled: “There’s something more, Dear One.”

She smiled over the rim of her cup: “Perhaps … perhaps not. We shall see.”

He raised his cup in reply: “Yes. We shall. But the story isn’t over yet. You are holding back a few things. I can tell.”

She paused, just before taking a sip: “Two things: All four of them are connected to what happened. Two of them are what It has focused upon.”

He frowned: “So they are all at risk. But which two are the ones It has focused on?”

Tera’s tail pointed at Jane: “She is one, obviously. I believe that Thomas is the other. They both have suffered great losses. They can both be influenced by It making an appeal to their darker emotions.”

“What happens when one … or the other … or both … is freed?”

“That, my heart, is what I am intending to find out with Jane.”

“And Tom?”

She sighed: “I am trusting that his belief in doing good is strong. Camilla will help in that. So will Nina … assuming that Thomas will let them in to help.”

He considered her words, then asked: “But what about our missing tail? How does she fit into this?”

Tera looked into her cup as if reading tea leaves, though there were none: “What would one do if one could bring a lost love back? What would one give up? What would happen when the truth was revealed?”

“That, I think, would depend on the truth, would it not?”

She looked up: “Yes. Yes it would.” Then she looked back down at her cup once more.

He sighed: “Dear One, it does you no good to keep things bottled up inside you, nor can you get them past me without me noticing.”

“There are two problems with sharing the truth in this case, my heart. One is that the truth will not set anyone free. The harm in the truth being known would only play into It’s hands. The truth I speak of is meant for one soul only and it is one that I do not have the right to share.”

“If not you, then who?”

Tera looked at him: “The one that cannot speak.”

She stood and began to walk around the room, still holding the cup in her hands: “The second reason for not sharing is that I may—and yes, I know this sounds impossible—I may be completely wrong about what I believe the truth to be.”

He leaned back in his chair, a small twinkle in his eye: “You, Dear One? Wrong? If so, I do believe I will have to check on whether the laws of the universe have been changed recently.”

Tera laughed softly: “I’ve been wrong many times, my heart. The thing is that I hide those mistakes well enough that they are not seen for the mistakes they are.”

“You are avoiding the point, Dear One. It isn’t that you are wrong nearly as often as you believe … except when you think you are hiding these things from your Eternal or me. It is that you are far too hard on yourself when those around you are hurt. You make it your focus to deal with that, to take it upon yourself. Sometimes, you do have to allow others to stumble.”

A sigh, quite a long one: “Cannot do that, my heart. Call it … a very deep fault. Perhaps it is the one that the Dark has figured on to be how it wins the war.”

He placed his cup on the table and then walked over to her. Resting a hand on Tera’s shoulder he explained: “It is not a fault to care. We have talked about this many times before. It is a fault to take on too many things, to not share with others who can help with the burdens. And I would bet my socks that this is exactly what the Dark will use to defeat you.”

Tera patted his hand lightly: “As you know, that sharing is something not easily done.”

He smiled: “True … for both of us. Now, there are plans to be made, and in this case, Dear One, your heart is going to help.”

She began to shake her head, to refuse. She couldn’t possibly allow him to do so.

“Ah! I am sorry, but no, Dear One. There is no getting out of this. You need more help than what you have now, and if you don’t let me help you, then I will go on my own. So please, tell me what you have in mind next.”

“You really will not like it, my heart; not at all.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Dear One.”

Ten minutes later found Tera sitting on the couch, rolling her cup between her hands and looking at him as he paced back and forth as she had been before he arrived. She had explained her plans, what she intended to do and what the cost would be.

He finally stopped pacing and looked at her: “I do not like this at all, Dear One.”

“I did warn you.”

“So you did. It is a dangerous plan. It can go wrong at any of a dozen turns. Worse, if it does go wrong, then the Realm is lost. However …”


He furrowed his brow: “However, misquoting Einstein, ‘I, at any rate, am convinced that you do not throw dice.’”

She was puzzled; the twist in her tail, which he knew well, spoke to her thoughts as much as any words would: “Meaning what, exactly?”

“Meaning that, though your plans appear to be risky, somehow you have a fairly good idea that it will turn out well.”

She traced a finger against her lips, as if sealing them, a thin smile there as she did so.

“But what is missing from this equation is that you are not going in alone. I won’t have it. You would risk yourself to save the Realm. Someone needs to be there who will risk the universe to save you.”

She looked him in the eye: “I worry that I may have to do something of which you do not approve, something that would disappoint you.”

He didn’t waver: “You could never disappoint me, Dear One. Never. And I will stand beside you no matter what … including no matter if you tell me not to.”

She opened her mouth to speak … but then closed it, smiling.

He smiled back and nodded once: “Did you ever meet Einstein in your travels, Dear One?”

“Yes. I was fortunate to hear him play the violin once. His connection with music was … breathtaking. Even if he didn’t see his talents for all that they were.”

He chuckled as he took the other end of the couch once more: “Your words remind me of a certain red tail that I know who has the same problem. She needs to see that in herself every now and again.”

She tilted her head to the right: “I have no idea what you mean, my heart.”

He shook his head: “Yes, Dear One. Of course you do.”


Storm Clouds
Chapter 37
By TeraS


Billy wasn’t sure if Donna actually had to go and visit every single person in the building. Actually he wasn’t sure if they actually did visit them all or not, but there were a lot of people that she had introduced him to, and he knew there was no possible way he was going to remember all of their names. Funny thing was, the only name that he wanted to remember was Donna’s. He wasn’t sure why it mattered so much, but he was bound and determined not to forget.

He always hated going around with his father and meeting with people that mattered to their business, or to his father. They always treated him as if he was being tolerated, and they were always formal and cold, seeming like they only did so in order to not offend his father.

Donna’s co-workers weren’t like that. He wasn’t sure if they were always that interested in other people, or if they were now only because he was with Donna, or because he was helping deliver the coffee and donuts. Whatever the reason, there wasn’t one person that he met who didn’t greet him warmly. The hugs from the women were embarrassing, but Billy managed to get through that without making a fool of himself. Even the men weren’t trying to break his hand during the many handshakes, which is what normally happened to Billy. They treated him as an equal—which, again, was something that didn’t usually happen for him.

Billy, being overwhelmed as he was by what was happening, didn’t notice the look that Donna gave each person that he was introduced to. The look was, if one was paying attention, almost pleading for approval.

By the time the tour ended, he figured that he certainly must have met everyone in the building. As they passed by an office on the upper floor, he noticed Donna frown, just a little, and that bothered him. “What’s up?”

“Oh. I was hoping you might meet my …” The pause was very noticeable, even for Billy, and he was about to ask about that when Donna continued: “… boss. Her name’s Tera.”

Billy was still bothered about the pause: “Don’t like her?”

Donna shook her head, her short platinum blond hair moving in an odd wave, which Billy found very interesting: “Oh gosh no! I love her bunches!”

Her answer brought Billy up short. She didn’t seem like the kind of lady that would use the words “gosh” and “bunches.” For some reason, he felt she was putting on a show or something. “Really?”

Donna stopped and turned to look at Billy. She placed her right hand on his chest and explained: “She’s wonderful, Billy. She’s done so much for me. I owe her a lot, and I’ll never be able to repay her.”

He looked at her hand, then into her eyes: “Lots of people tell me that, but they do it ‘cause they fear the people they work for.”

Donna scrunched up her nose, which Billy thought made her look awfully cute: “Not me. I love Tera like a sister. We’re all …” Again she paused, which was odd, but then she continued: “… a family. I know that sounds weird, but that’s the only way I can explain it.”

Billy had come to the conclusion that there was something odd about the place where Donna worked. There was something odd, but what it was, in the end, didn’t seem to matter as much as meeting Donna did, so Billy nodded: “’kay. I can see that. This place is kinda’ weird, but if that’s how you think about things, then … ‘kay.”

Donna smiled, and Billy thought that it was a good thing to see her smiling.

After going down a flight of stairs that took them past the Receptionist—and Billy still found himself not wanting to make her mad—Donna led him down a hallway that he was sure they hadn’t been through before. He actually wasn’t even sure if the hallway had been there when they had entered the place and first met the Receptionist. This place was built weirdly, and he had been turned around so many times that he wasn’t sure what direction he was facing. Not that it mattered that much: he was fine with walking with Donna and talking to her, anyway. But he had expected to arrive in what Donna had called the “Lounge,’ and, as they walked, he worried about making a mess there. This building was amazingly well kept and clean, and he just knew that he would drop something somehow and make a mess somewhere. Luckily, he thought, that hadn’t happened so far. So it was a surprise when she opened a door and he found that that the Lounge wasn’t their destination.

Instead, the opened door revealed what looked like a neatly kept lunch room, large enough for a dozen or more diners, with a big picture window to one side that looked out over what seemed to be the backyard of the place. Though Billy wasn’t exactly sure how it was that so many trees would be there.

“After you, Billy.”

He shook his head: “Sorry. Manners say that it’s ladies first.”

Donna smiled: “How about together? You’ve been following me around, me leading the way. I’d much rather have you walking with me. You don’t have to hold hands if you don’t want to.”

Billy blushed, but managed: “That’s kind of forward, isn’t it?”

Donna smiled: “A little bit … maybe.”

With a flick of her shoe she held the door open for them: “Now you don’t have to hold the door, and we can go and find a place to sit and share my coffee and bagel.”

Billy held up the bag that he had been carting around with him: “Bagel? Not a donut?”

A short walk across the room and they were both sitting at a table over by the window, Donna facing Billy: “Bagels are a good thing to have when you want to think about something.”

“I don’t get it. Sorry.”

She opened the bag and took the bagel out, placing it on top, then opening the coffee and sitting it beside the bagel: “You have to work at eating a bagel. It’s a bit of a struggle to tear it into pieces to nibble on. It’s a bit of work to chew on. Because it takes a while, you get a change to think about things.”

The look on Billy’s face made it clear that stuff like what Donna was talking about was a little over his head: “Like what?”

She picked up the bagel and tore it into four pieces. Taking one of those, she broke it in half and then gave Billy one of them: “Oh, all sorts of stuff.”

He looked at the bagel in his hand: “Like?”

Donna held her piece a bit away from her lips as she answered: “Like if you might like me as much as I like you. Like what you like to do for fun. Like if you might ask me out to dinner.” As the last word left her lips, she popped the bagel in her mouth and started to chew on it.

Billy was brought up short and stuffed his piece into his month to occupy himself while he thought. She was really classy, and that meant that she’d want to go out somewhere expensive. That wouldn’t be a problem: Dad had always paid Billy well for the work he did, and he had saved a lot over the years. But he didn’t have a suit, didn’t run around in those sort of places. After finally swallowing the bagel he explained: “Do like you. But you’re so classy. I don’t know what you like to do for fun, and the place I like to go for dinner is the burger joint on 11th and Main—not exactly the sort of place you’d want to be in.”

Donna stood up, and Billy didn’t have any other choice but to look at her standing there in a classy blue dress. When she didn’t say anything, he closed his eyes and really tried to remember what she looked like, knowing that he’d never see her again—that little sweep in her hair, the twinkle in her eyes, that chunk of bagel that she was chewing on that pushed out her cheek and gave her a dimple. Darn him for being honest. He opened his eyes and watched her chew. She had that bagel in her mouth. Then it hit him that she wasn’t mad, she just had her mouth full.

Donna picked up the coffee and took a sip, swallowed, then said: “Billy, I don’t always dress like this. This is what I wear to work. It’s like your overalls or uniform or whatever you wear where you work. I look classy because that’s how it is appropriate to look here.”

She put the coffee down and walked around the table, taking a seat right beside Billy: “I’m just as happy to wear an old T-shirt and jeans and running shoes.”

Billy gave her a look: “Can’t imagine that.”

She laughed: “I clean up good. Like you do, okay?”

Billy shrugged: “Okay.”

She folded her hands onto her lap and looked at them: “You know, a lot of the people here think that I’m shy.”

He looked at the tabletop: “Dunno about shy. Think yer cute though.”

“Could say the same about you, too.”

“Not cute. Cute isn’t a guy thing.”

Donna pursed her lips and blew out a long breath: “Billy, if a gal says you’re cute, don’t argue.”

He looked at her: “How am I supposed to talk? Usually no one sees me or stuff. Haveta’ be honest, Donna. Don’t talk to a lot of cute girls that I … like.”

“Because you’re shy?”


She smiled, which made Billy happy: “Maybe, between the two of us … maybe … we can work on that.”

“Wadda ya’ have in mind?”

The next part Billy didn’t expect: “I like walking, looking at the ships as they come into the harbour. I like movies—old ones, not the new stuff, the more B-grade the better. And what I like most of all is watching those sorts of movies with a greasy burger and fries from Ben’s at the corner of 11th and Main. But only when Jack is cooking; Adam burns the buns and I can’t stand that.”

Billy was shocked to put it mildly: “You eat there?”

“Yup. Never do dinner, but I do lunch, and, sometimes, midnight snacks.”

Billy mulled that over as he took another piece of the bagel, tore it in two and handed Donna half: “Always thought that Jack was kind of an ass. Never went in when he was there. And you are going to be mad at me.”

Donna looked confused: “Why?”

He had a lopsided grin as he started to chew on the bagel: “I like the burned buns.”

Donna slapped his shoulder lightly: “Oh! You! How could you possibly!”

Billy just continued to chew on the bagel and chuckle to himself as Donna ranted over that, liking her more and more by the moment and feeling a lot better about himself as he did so.




Storm Clouds
Chapter 38
By TeraS


It was after about an hour of walking through the Realm that Tom noticed something. It wasn’t all of the beings walking around with horns and tails; he had gotten used to that surprisingly fast. It wasn’t the looks that he had seen from some of them; he understood the why of the looks of lust or curiosity or even temptation came in his direction. Nina was in the middle of turning a corner when Tom said, “I have a question.”

“Oh? If it’s about life, the universe and everything, I think there’s a book that has that answer in the Library. I think it’s one of Tera’s favourites, actually.”

“Nothing that grand … just something odd I’ve noticed.”

Nina stopped walking and looked at him, her tail swaying behind her, the sunlight glinting off her silver dress: “You’d better be specific. There’s a lot of ‘odd’ in our world.”

Tom nodded: “Yeah, noticed that. What’s odder is that it all seems to fit, in a way.”

“So? What’s bugging you?”

“Where’s your police department? I haven’t seen any references to one.”

Nina pointed off to her left and when Tom looked he noticed what seemed to be a castle of some kind standing a fair distance away: “See that? Want to guess what it is?”

Tom rubbed his chin: “Normally, I would reckon that was Tera’s place.”


“But Camilla said that Tera doesn’t go for that.”

“Correct. Tera only rarely can be found there. That’s for show, for those that expect to see a Queen in her castle.”

“So it’s a symbol of … of what, exactly?”

“It symbolizes one very clear point: that the words of Tera and her Eternal govern us. But it also symbolizes, in her refusal to be there, that she does not believe that she needs to lord her authority over us.”

“So, she’s Queen in name only and nothing more?”

Nina frowned deeply: “Oh no. She’s our Queen, but she will only allow one being to call her that. She gave that one the right to do so for reasons that are between the two of them. To everyone else, she’s Tera, and, honestly, that’s more powerful.”

Tom looked at the castle, far past the nearby rolling hills, the occasional bit of mist or cloud shimmering nearby: “In what way? It seems more casual, more open.”

Nina walked up to Tom and said, with a slight shake of her head: “Tom … I’m really disappointed in you.”

When she didn’t say anything else, just looking at him, Tom sighed and shook his head: “I get the point. It’s worse to disappoint someone you know than it is a faceless title you never see.”

She smiled and twined one of her braids around her right hand: “That’s part of it. Remember Camilla told you that, if Brent had been lying, Tera would have known? That’s another part of it. But the most telling thing is that, when she’s standing there, looking at you, and says, ‘I’m disappointed.’ Believe me, those words are something no one wants to hear from her … not after all that she’s done for everyone.”

“Okay, I get the picture. Pissing off Mom would …”

Nina shook her head: “Tera’s not … Mom.”

“Come again?”

She looked into the sky, seeming to be looking for something … but for what, exactly, Tom wasn’t sure: “It’s … complicated … in a lot of ways.”

“Okay. So if you don’t think of her as your mother, then … who is?”

“That’s yet another story.”

“Your world has a lot of them, you know.”

“We also have an fantastic library, vibrant art, passionate culture, and our midnight get-togethers by the Lake are amazing.”

Tom shook his head: “You know the most amazing thing?”


“The most amazing thing is that you speak of all of this as completely normal, and it feels normal. Well, except for some of your kind who aren’t exactly my type.”

Nina’s look was not hard to read, not with the question that came: “What is your type?”

There was a slightly far off look in Tom’s eyes: “No; doesn’t matter.”

Nina frowned at the emotions that were starting to boil inside of Tom: “Tera has said that there is someone, somewhere, for everyone. The trick is bringing them together.”

Tom nodded his head in the direction Nina had been walking: “Yeah. Sure. Let’s go.”

Tom’s attitude surprised Nina, but she didn’t press further on that, nor come back at him with a snip of her own. That part of Tom’s story she’d find out, or Camilla would, eventually. For the moment, she turned and continued to walk, knowing without looking that Tom was there beside her.

They crossed an intersection, and Tom was treated to the sight of a carriage being pulled by two pony-girls, with their Mistress—a Succubi that Nina recognized as Rachel, a rather strict personality that some submissives were attracted to—riding inside.

“Getting back to your question about our police: we are all, in a way, our own police here. We help each other if needed, protect one another, and otherwise keep each other from going down a path that leads to nothing for us.”

“A collective, then?”

Nina nodded, still looking at Rachel as she went on her way: “For example, the succubi in the carriage? Her name’s Rachel. She’s a very strict domme; she controls the lives of her submissives in every way and means.”


“And the thing is, she knows the lines she cannot cross. She knows what her pets desire and gives them that, pushes the boundaries from time to time with them. But if one of us felt something wasn’t right, we could find out what was going on. And, honestly, it’s better that one of us did. Otherwise …”

“Otherwise Tera might be disappointed.”

“Yeah. It’s about the most powerful reason not to do harm you can think of. How can you disappoint someone who would do anything for you, who has offered you something precious, and who trusts you with the power to do almost anything?”

“Have you?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“Sort of. You’ve left a lot of questions around your answers. You keep dancing around the point, trying to avoid it. Why?”

Nina sighed and pinched her nose: “Because the thing about being a survivor is that you remember all that didn’t make it. You also remember the second chance you were given.”

“What’s that?”

“The first time I met Tera, it was when she had come into her power as the Queen. So many of us that had done wrong were called, one by one, to see her. I expected to be banished at the least; my end was almost certain for all of the souls that I had taken.”

“You’re still here.”

Nina smirked: “Yes. Don’t let anyone tell you what they think Tera will do. They’ll always be wrong. I was … so, so wrong.”

“So, what did she do?”

Nina crossed the street as she called out: “She hugged me. I broke down in tears, I told her everything that I had done. Then she just said, ‘Do better this time.’”

Tom paused in crossing the street when Nina had said. ‘Do better this time.’ The words where haunting and struck very close to home. Before Nina could turn around and see the look he had, Tom ran across the street and caught up to her.

Tera was going to have a lot of explaining to do … someday. For right now, the question of where the hell Nina was going mattered more.

“Got another question.”


“Why are we walking? Faster to just jump over there or whatever you call it.”

“It’s called bampfing by some—Tera, in particular, calls it that. As for the “why”? We are going to meet someone important and just appearing in front of them without warning would not be … good.”

“Sounds ominous.”

“Wouldn’t call them ominous, exactly.”

Tom strode a little faster than Nina was and touched her hand: “Nina. Slow down. Talk. Who is it, why are you so worked up over it?”

She looked down at Tom’s fingers, then into his eyes: “Remember when Camilla said that she knew some names, some beings that she thought might be a threat?”

“Yeah. She also said that she wouldn’t go near them without … hellhounds or something.”

She pointed towards a low building made of blood red bricks that stood a short distance away: “We are going to go talk to one of them, it will be me as Camilla won’t be enough to make this work, she’s never actually commanded … them.”

“What? Hellhounds?”

Nina shook her head: “Oh no, that wouldn’t be enough. They would be laughed at. No, we are going to borrow something from Tera that isn’t seen often and, when it is, that is on very rare occasions.”

Tom huffed dangerously: “Nina …”

She came to a stop suddenly, looking down a short piece of sidewalk that ended at a gold and black door inlaid into a red brick wall. There were no windows to be seen, no other way in save that door and nothing more.

Nina looked at Tom: “You have that card Tera gave you?”

Patting his chest, Tom nodded: “Yeah, keeping company with my badge.”

Nina approached the door and knocked twice. After a moment, a panel slid open and a low voice pronounced: “Nina … and a human. Why would you bring a human here? You know it is dangerous for them. You may enter, Nina. He cannot.”

Tom dug out his badge, flipped it open and showed the silver card from Tera to … whatever it was. There was a long silence, then the door opened to shadows and sounds that Tom couldn’t quite place … though, somehow, he felt as if he had heard the sounds before … in his nightmares.

Nina stepped through the open door, offering her hand as she did so: “Stay with me; don’t drift off. Some of the things in here don’t react well to humans.”

Tom slid his badge back where it belonged: “Makes two of us.”

The door closed behind them without a sound.


Storm Clouds
Chapter 39
By TeraS


Jane refused to believe John when, two weeks later, he told her that she snored.

“I … do NOT … snore.”

John was panting when he replied: “Yes … you do … like a jet … on takeoff.”

“First, I don’t. And, second, how would you know what that sounds like, anyway?”

John had to think about that. The only reason why he even brought up the point about her snoring was that she was musing about moving in with him. He wasn’t sure about that and was looking for a way out … or at least a way to slow her down a little.

He slowed the treadmill down enough to manage a real conversation with her. She’d been pushing him again—for the best, he knew—and he could honestly say that, without her being here, he’d be a lot worse off than he was.

For a moment he wondered why that particular thought seemed like a sense of déjà vu … As if he’d been through this before, and things didn’t turn out well. Shaking that thought off, he continued to walk—not jog, and definitely not run—as he replied:  “Considering that my apartment is right under the flight path to the airport, I think I have a good idea what it sounds like.”

“Well at least no one will hear me when I rant at you about being late … or lazy… or, for that matter, sleeping in when you should be doing more important things.” The look Jane gave him was the one he knew well enough by now. It was a mix of “Just try me” and “Why haven’t you?”

After wiping his face with a towel, John decided that the best thing to do was get right to the point, no matter how things were going to turn out from here. “Jane. I need to take a break.”

She looked worried: “Are you hurting? What’s wrong?”

He stepped off the treadmill and she was right there, helping him as always, without complaint, as she promised. He realized a long time ago that she mattered to him, but neither of them had pushed things beyond that save for the occasional threats about moving in together just to see how long it would take before they drove each other nuts.

“I’m fine. I just can’t talk to you like this.”

She helped him over to a chair and then pulled one over for herself: “Okay, talk.”

He hoped for the best as he began: “You do snore. No let me finish, there’s a reason why I’m starting here. See, I’ve never been able to sleep through the night; there’s always been a nightmare that’s woke me up. I’ve never been able to remember it exactly, but I’ve become used to it waking me up.”

Jane had taken her seat, placed her hands in her lap and was looking at him intently. Still, he pressed on. Some secrets had to be shared, after all.

“I’ve woken up every night to the sound of you snoring away. I’ve thought about tossing a pillow at you every night, actually had one in my hands many times, and I’ve been on the edge of throwing it at you.”

Jane smiled: “Maybe you should have.”

John reached out a hand and put a finger over Jane’s lips: “Not a word till I’m done, okay?”

She nodded and he continued: “You know, it’s a weird thing for me. To see you across the room, the light from outside letting me see you there asleep in the night. It’s hard to explain, exactly, but you aren’t quite the same person then.”

Jane bit the inside of her lip at his words. She worried that he had seen her horns, or tail, that he knew that she wasn’t exactly human, and a sick feeling started in the pit of her stomach. After all she’d hoped for, he was going to say the words that would mean that her plan didn’t work, that things were going to be as they were.

John’s voice broke through her thoughts then: “You put up … a front, Jane. The real you isn’t all here right now, somehow. I want to know the real you, the you that you don’t want everyone to see or know.”

He looked down, then pressed onwards: “See, the thing is that, as stupid as I am, I know that I do like you. More than like you; I just feel like I’ve known you before. That doesn’t make any sense, it doesn’t to me, but I look at you in the middle of the night and … it’s familiar to me.”

He looked up at her: “Even the snoring.”

She smiled. She couldn’t do much else, really.

“So, here’s the deal: I don’t have much to offer, I don’t know what the future is going to bring. I do know that I don’t want to lose you, and I’m hoping that you, somehow, feel the same about me. Actually, that’s not exactly true. I know you do—God knows all of the signs are there—but we’re both dancing around what we want like two scared teenagers.”

They were both silent for a while, then Jane answered: “I’ve been doing the same thing. Not every night, but there are some nights when you are asleep that I’m lying in bed watching you and … wondering … hoping.”

John shook his head slightly, but Jane continued: “There’s been something about you, too. It’s not rescuing my ass or anything to do with that. It’s the dreams I’ve had about you, John … a lot of them.”

Then she smiled: “And, for the record, you snore, too, you big dummy.”

He rolled his eyes: “Okay, I know I do. The guys at the station have told me that for years.”

“And … so you lied to me about the snoring. Shame on you, John.”

John sighed: “Yes, I did. I admit that I thought that telling you the truth would turn you off and you’d leave.”

Jane shot a look at him: “We’ve been through this. I’m not leaving, not unless you tell me to my face that you want me to go, and make me believe you mean every word.”

“That’s the problem.”

“Not getting you, John. Explain, please.”

“Tell me what you remember from … oh … about two days ago when the guys from the station were here.”

Jane thought a minute, then: “Three of them came in to see you, first time I met those three, they weren’t at the station when I was trying to find out about you. They seemed nice enough.” In spite of those words, Jane didn’t tell John what she had seen in their thoughts about her, knowing that doing so would be … unwise, at best.

“And that’s all?”

Jane hesitated a long moment, then made up her mind: “I know they were all trying to make moves on me, John. I’m not totally stupid.”

To say John was shocked was an understatement: “Okay, I didn’t say you were stupid … except when we were under that desk … I still think you were stupid to be in there.”

“That’s your opinion. Personally, I thought it was a great way to meet Mr. Right.”

John crossed his arms and looked at Jane: “I’m still not completely convinced I’m Mr. Right.”

Jane pinched her nose: “You know, we really need to get you over that problem of yours as much as your walking problems.”

“That’s never going to happen. There’s not a thing that will …”

John trailed off because Jane had tilted her head to the right, the most evil smile on her lips that he had ever seen appearing there. She stood up and walked towards him, her hips rolling in a way that she’d never done before as she did so. “Oh, I think I can convince you. See, I haven’t, totally, been honest with you, John. See, the thing is that I haven’t, really, ever shown you just how much I want you … how much you are in my thoughts and dreams … how, every time you aren’t looking, I’m thinking things that would make you rock hard, wanting to bend me over a bench and do all kinds of dirty things to me.”

John was finding it hard to find his voice, but managed: “Jane, what’s come over you?”

She didn’t stop walking towards him, finally straddling his legs and resting there. She didn’t feel like she weighed anything, and his hands were suddenly moving to cup her curves as she wiggled her hips against his fingertips.

“Truth, John?”

He nodded as she traced a fingertip against his cheek: “Yeah.”

“Truth is that I am a hot little number who has been saving herself. There hasn’t been one man that’s turned me on, been in my thoughts, made me think about him every moment … until I found you.”

“That’s … just because I rescued you. You’ll …”

Jane’s finger was on his lips again: “No, I won’t. There’s a belief my kind has that, when the right two souls touch, there is nothing that can tear them apart. That’s part of who we are. We believe there is one for each of us that there is that one we call “Eternal.” When we find that one, we … just know.”

John listened, but found that it was hard to keep his eyes open. He blinked and shook his head, but Jane’s finger remained on his lips and she kept looking to his eyes. She had nice eyes, really nice, clear, sparkling eyes that he just couldn’t look away from.

“I never believed in the stories. I never thought I would find my Eternal. That wasn’t for me. I wasn’t like the rest of my kind. I should have listened better, because, if I did, then I would have done this sooner. Made you understand. To see what you need to see, John.”

Her voice seemed far away now, strange, echoing. John thought he saw something moving behind Jane. Something thin, but then Jane’s eyes held him again and the thought slipped away. It wasn’t as important as looking into her eyes again.

“I’ll show you … everything. But, for right now, I’m going to make sure you never have that worry about me leaving you again. That thought isn’t good for you.”

She moved her finger away, at least he felt the pressure on his lips vanish. But then her lips kissed his. The sensation of her lips … they were so pillowy soft, having just the right texture, shape, scent, and taste as her tongue slipped in for a moment, then darted out again. There was … something … strangely familiar and revealing in her kiss, like there was something that had been missing inside of him, taken away. He hadn’t known it was missing, but now, now he knew that it had been missing for so very long, and deeply so.

The kiss broke and reality snapped back into focus. John blinked and looked at Jane, who had her eyes closed and was smiling. He found himself captivated, watching, seeing something change within her, somehow.

Finding his voice, John asked: “What just happened, Jane?”

She opened her eyes and then mussed up her hair: “Some call it rapture … enlightenment.”

John noticed there was something that was reflecting the light of the room in Jane’s hair but dismissed it as a trick of the light: “I think I’m enlightened … and I’m sorry.”

Jane placed a hand on his chest: “You’ll make it up to me. I’ll think of something.”

“Why does that worry me, Jane?”

“Maybe it’s because neither one of us has been in love before. I’m not talking about lust. It’s too easy to be in lust with someone; too simple a thing. It’s a lot harder to be in love, having that one, true love that they talk about but you never believe in.”

“That’s pretty deep.”

“I got it from someone I know. She’s … sort of a theologian … sort of a big sister … sort of many things.”

“But what are you?”

Jane touched her forehead to his: “Yours. And you’re mine.”

There was a cough and they turned to see one of the nurses standing at the doorway: “Sorry to interrupt, but the shift is changing. Need to know if you are both going to be here for a while.”

Jane put her right hand on John’s chest, almost possessively, as she answered: “We’ll be here for a while longer. I’ll get him back to the room … after he takes a shower.”

The nurse shook her head as she closed the door: “Right. Don’t forget to turn out the lights.”

“We won’t.”

Jane didn’t wait outside this time. She walked in with John, closing the door behind them and locking it.

“What are you up to?”

Jane was leaning against the door, her hand on the light switch: “Close your eyes.”

John did, he heard the snap of the switch and when he opened his eyes there was only pitch black to be seen. While he couldn’t see anything, he did hear the rustling of clothes and then the  padding of feet around him. The sound of water spraying came next and then he hear Jane’s voice close to his ear.

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

“I’m thinking you’re here, with me, in the shower … and you’re naked.”

He felt Jane’s hands rest on the waistband of his shorts: “I am.” Then he felt her chest press into his back, her breath hot and wet against his cheek: “I’m here, in the dark, where I can do anything I want to you and you won’t know what I am going to do … I could stay here, pressed against you.”

Then she seemed to vanish into thin air, no longer touching him and John waved his hands about him trying to find her.

Her voice came from his right next: “Or I could tease you, whisper all of the things I want to do to you. Tell you exactly what you are thinking right now, all of the things you’d love for me to do, or love to do to me.”

John had never experienced something like this before. It was all Jane’s voice, tempting, teasing, whispering to him, and she had his complete attention. She had more of it when he felt her hands on his shorts again and they being pulled down his legs, then winding up in a puddle around his feet. He felt Jane’s hands steady him and then guide him free of his clothes, before her hands took hold of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, then heard the sound of it falling into a puddle somewhere in the room in the next moment.

“But you don’t want me to tease you John.”

Her hand … he thought it was her hand … wrapped itself around his shaft and started stroking him slowly as she continued to speak: “I know you’ve been aching for me … how often you’ve been in here … stroking yourself … thinking about me … needing me … wanting me.”

John’s answer was in a whine: “Yesssss … God, yes.”

He wasn’t prepared for the long, slow, wet lick of her tongue, the hum as she kissed her way along and then … stopped … her hand still continuing to stroke slowly.

“You’d love to have me, right now, right here, wouldn’t you? Press me up against the wall, the spray covering us … laying on the floor, me riding you, the water pouring over my curves, your hands cupping me. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Jane … please … I can’t …”

He gasped in surprise as she rimmed him slowly, sucking deeply and then slipping up and down before breaking free with a pop.

“You won’t. Oh, you’ll come achingly close … so close you’ll scream … but you won’t; not yet. I’ll make sure of that. You’ll see.”

The she was gone again, leaving him achingly hard and gasping. The spray from the shower then poured over his head, soaking him completely. Her hands started to roam over his back, sides, chest, thighs. A sound of something being squirted, then her hands returned, a washcloth, he thought, in one hand, her other following along as she washed him … slowly.

He started to move his hands, to reach out and draw her close, but something slapped at his hand even as he felt her hands still sliding over his body.

“Ah … no. You just stand there. You will return the favour soon enough.”

He wanted to ask why the lights were off, why they were in the dark, but, before those thoughts made it to his voice, they were blotted out by her hands soaping his shaft and by her voice as she did so: “All slippery and wet … and hard now. And here I am … all wet, too.”

She pressed the cloth against his chest, and then she rubbed a leg against his own: “You’d better clean me up before we get all dirty again.”

He took hold of the cloth and at the same time held her hand: “Jane … you’re …”

Her voice was a purr: “… bad? Oh, I’m evil, John. But I’m all yours. Touch me.”

He did. It wasn’t quite a command, but the thought of touching her was overwhelming. He started by drawing the cloth against her neck, over one shoulder and down her arm before moving up again, over her chest and down the other. She whimpered when he didn’t move to cup her chest next, inside running the cloth against her flanks, over her waist and then across her stomach.

“Tell me what you want, Jane.”

She was breathless: “Everything.”

He didn’t give that to her, not quite yet. The cloth moved down one thigh to her toes and then back up the other before he paused. He moved closer to her, cupping her rear, kneading her skin. She pressed her chest against his, her skin slipping against the soap that covered his body. She nuzzled her lips against his neck and moaned needfully for him.

His hands moved up towards the small of her back, expecting to hold her there, draw her close …

… but … something … was in the way.


Storm Clouds
Chapter 40
By TeraS


Time had passed quite pleasantly for the pair as they were waiting for things to unfold. While Tera couldn’t interfere—or rather didn’t want to—in what Jane and John where going through, she was keeping watch over the events the pair were reliving and, occasionally, commenting about them, or other things. It was, in truth, the other thing that was holding much of Tera’s attention at that moment: “So, what do you make of it, my heart?”

He was reading a very old text, peering at the words through his glasses as he did so: “I make of it that it is garbled, unclear, uncertain, and, perhaps most irritating of all, the author has no sense of punctuation whatsoever.”

She leaned back on the couch and smiled: “Well, to be honest, the one that wrote that mess likely was doing so after having more than enough to drink and the scare of her lives.”

“And this is the earliest record of the Dark, is it?”

“The earliest one I know of. There might be others, but I have not found them as yet. Miriam has been looking for me on occasion.”

He smiled: “And?”

She looked perplexed, which for Tera was something rare: “And?”

“And when are you going to tell the brightest yellow tail of the Realm that she …”

Tera took a sip of her tea, then replied: “Oh, I think she knows … or at least suspects. After all, I have been giving her more and more responsibility; although she and Irving really do need to put up signs when they are … busy … in her office. You have no idea how many times I could have opened the door when I was walking by and flustered the two of them to no end.”

He chuckled as he returned to the text he held: “I can guess. But I also know that you are proud of them both as well, Dear One.”

Tera tipped her cup towards him and then took another sip.

He tapped a finger against the old parchment: “As for this: there are some interesting passages about why It is and how It is. It is the picking out of what is useful in this moment that makes things more complicated.”

“That is the thing, is it not? Somewhere in all of that alcohol-induced haze that passes for a story, there is a truth, but to find it … I’m not sure where it is and what to do with it should it be found.”

He leaned forwards and placed the text on the table: “Not if, Dear One: when, and soon, if I come to understand your plan and what needs to happen.”

She nodded, being serious for a moment: “All plans start with the first step, you know. I know that I am at least several dozen steps behind at this moment. However, that does not mean that all is lost.”

He adjusted his glasses: “Excellent. Now, if my Dear One would allow her theologian self to come out for a time. I have some questions.”

Tilting her head to the left, she replied: “I shall need a moment to get some glasses. Possibly put my hair in a bun as well.”

He chuckled: “I think not.”

She sat up again: “I think that the text is, as a whole, meant to divert one’s attention from the truth. Something about the words feels wrong, as if the writer had been made to put the words in against her will and then, when she could act freely again, she put the truth in where she could.”

He considered the text again: “A puzzle? Word scramble? Text within a text, then?”

“You yourself said that the text makes little sense.”

“True. Perhaps it is how one approaches the text that tells the story.”

“In what way?”

He turned his attention back to the text once more: “I will let you know, Dear One, when I find it.”

Tera was rolling her cup in her hands when she suddenly looked in the direction of Jane and John: “It appears they are finally to the point, my heart.”

“Which one would that be, Dear One?”

“The one where she reveals who she is to him. Why she is doing so in a dark room, I have no idea.”

He furrowed his brow in response: “A dark room, you say?”

“Yes. She turned out the lights and … well, Jane is one of the more talented of the Succubi, you know, when it comes to using touch.”

He nodded, but also replied: “But, it is the Dark. And …”

Tera looked at him and then shook her head: “Well, that is not exactly the most original way to spring a trap, is it?”

“Originality is not, as a whole, from what you have told me, one of the things It is known for.”

She smiled, thinly, which then turned quickly into a frown: “So that is what happened. Clever … much too clever.”

He considered her words: “What shall we do?”

“I know what It did. I know where things went wrong and … we are going to have a problem, my heart.”

Peering over his glasses to her, he asked: “Problem, Dear One?”

“This is the part where I did not wish you to be involved. This will be dangerous. Now that I know what happened to them, what It did, this can go one of two ways. Either they overcome what happened themselves, or I am going to.”

He removed his glasses, folding them up carefully and placing them into an inside pocket of his coat: “Not alone.”

Placing her cup on the table, Tera stood and walked over to him: “Never alone, promise. But you must promise not to leave your chair until it is safe.”

He chuckled: “Safe is an interesting term, Dear One. Would you care to be more specific?”

She smiled and kissed his forehead softly before touching his hand: “My heart will know. He always does.”

Tera then turned towards John and Jane, still unmoving and entwined on the couch. As she and her heart both watched, a black fog began to surround the two lovers, their forms becoming indistinct in the murkiness that surrounded them. Tera looked back over her shoulder: “With luck, the Dark will not try to stick Its nose in here to try and keep them in check. It likely is occupied with other things at the moment, which means that one of the minions will be making an appearance.”

He did look concerned, but stood, took two strides to stand with her: “And how do we defend against that possibility?”

Tera nodded in the direction of the fog: “I will keep an eye on that. Should we have a visitor, would you mind terribly greeting them?”

His eyes showed concern over the request: “I am not sure what you mean, exactly, Dear One.”

Her voice was warm, clear, and truthful: “I only ask that you greet them, my heart. You need not do anything more than that.”

He nodded, still unsure: “Just greet them?”


Tera frowned slightly as there was a knock at the door.

He rested a hand on her shoulder: “I’ll see to them.”

Tera clutched at his hand, giving it a squeeze before he turned and walked towards the apartment door. She watched as the fog began to grow from where it encompassed Jane and John before lacing her fingers together and stretching her arms.

Her tail swisched slowly behind her as she focused her attention on the scene in front of her, knowing that her heart was watching her back.

“And here … we … go.”

Jan 25 2015

A Review of Succubus Magic by Dou7g

Succubus Magic by Dou7g

Succubus Magic by Dou7g

A review of the second work in an ongoing series by the author Dou7g called Succubus Temptations. You can find my review of the first work in the series here on the Tale. I enjoyed the first work in the series and I felt that there was quite a lot of promise in the series as a whole just from the first book.

The thing about having power isn’t the having, it is the using. To find out what you are capable of, what you are willing to do, and what your reason are matters. It isn’t a question of just being. It is what your being is. Succubus, mage, human or otherwise, the choices you make are important. Sometimes more than you know at the moment you make the choices you do…

  • Title: Succubus Magic
  • Author: Dou7g
  • Length: 33 Pages
  • ASIN: B00S4A6ISQ
  • Publishing Date: January 11, 2015
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells of:

In the first book Megan, an apprentice mage summoned a Succubus to earn her journeyman status. The Succubus convinced Megan to let her escape the magic circle that confined her and they had much fun together. She drained the powers of the mage who was teaching her and told him he had to teach Megan especially well to earn them back. She also gave Megan a beautiful body to match her own amazing curves.

In this volume Megan has to deal with the amorous attention from the villagers her new body draws and when one of her friends gets hurt in the ensuing fight she must ask the Succubus for help. But the Succubus intends to claim a price for any assistance as pure altruism is not in the nature of a demon. When Megan and the Succubus (who goes by Kendra) meet again sparks fly as the chemistry between the two burns hot as ever. Will Megan succumb further to Kendra’s infernal machinations or is the Succubus falling in love with the beautiful mage?

Megan’s life takes a turn when she has to defend herself against the actions of a bully and the actions of her sadly misguided teacher. When a dear friend is near to death as a result, Megan calls for Kendra and finds that there are some deals that are more complicated than she expected.

Megan, as a character, has grown in a lot of ways in this work compared to the first. She has more power, she understands magic better and there is a certain strength within her that appears in this story. There is a truth told about how she sees Kendra the Succubus, and in return Kendra admits to something that seems like she never expected, nor can really admit to herself.

The pair are, in a lot of ways, mirrors of each other’s personalities but the differences seem to be blurring as the story is told with Megan turning a bit away from who she was in the first work. As a  whole that character development works well and it is the moments when she has to make a choice, and life with it, that are very telling for her.

In the same way, Kendra, when she returns, is both taken by and taking Megan and there is some very interesting secrets that pass through Kendra’s thoughts that added a lot to who she is. While she is a Succubus, there is something more to her developing in the story. She does, of course, make bargains and in those deals she gains power and favours which I am sure will come back to haunt Megan and her friend at some point. In spite of the “evil” part of Kendra, there is a tenderness towards Megan that I thought worked well and some of the internal monologue and confusion added to that well.

The erotica comes at moments that fit well into the story, and there is a cost to them for Megan, and for Kendra at certain times. While not over the top in tone, which I liked, the connections made, how Megan learns from the Succubus in more ways than one, made the erotic passages in the story stronger as a whole.

There is character growth, there is an expansion of the story universe, there are new characters brought to the fore that matter and as well some leave the story as well. The story has a tone that is a bit different from the first work, not too much so, but I thought it was slightly off somehow, The main oddity I felt was when Megan had to defend herself and what happened as a result. Megan does so twice in the work and while the first time I could accept, I felt that the second need was a bit more violent than I would have expected from her.

In both cases, Megan has to fight for her life, and as such she has to use all of her abilities to do so, but the first time I think was written better, felt more natural and just worked better. The second battle is a longer one, much more complicated, and the solution she unravels does make sense and I can accept that part of it.

I do understand why Megan did what she did, but as a whole it felt a bit wrong in the story. The incident at the beginning of the book was fine, it wasn’t over the top and it didn’t feel like she was acting out of her normal character. The second time, when she was in the fight that was a bit over the top in that she seemed to “turn” in a way that didn’t fit her personality. Now, this might be part of her being changed to look like Kendra, it could be her “turning” slightly “bad” but I don’t think so. That sort of thing, considering Kendra’s thoughts about Megan doesn’t make a lot of sense.

I think that the second work lost a bit of the… let’s call it… “intimacy” that was in the first book. Considering the events in this book, that has to be expected, but I think it hurt the story overall to an extent.

Did I like it as much as the first book? I have to be honest and say not quite so much. It felt a bit less fun and I missed that to be truthful. The erotica was lovely as it was in the first, the writing is just as wonderful as are the characters. The story just seemed to lose itself at a couple of points and in doing so that hurt things some. I still love Kendra and Megan very much, I just would like the fun and passion from the first work to have been as strongly written in the second one here.

I’m giving this work four out of five pitchforks.

As a whole the work continues on well from the first book, though with a couple of moments that I felt didn’t quite fit into how Megan seemed from the start of the series. Book three is already out and I will be reviewing that work on Tuesday.

Megan goes to school and the teacher is a real Succubus… I expect this will be… interesting…



Jan 25 2015

A Review of Halloween Ecstasy by Maxwell Avoi

Halloween Ecstasy by Maxwell Avoi

Halloween Ecstasy by Maxwell Avoi

There is an interesting premise that comes when thinking about Succubi or Incubi and that is: What happens when all of the sex gets to be too much? By that I mean at some point one might become jaded or feel like it is “the same old thing” over and over again.

So then the question is, just how does one get out of that rut and find things if not exciting then at least more passionate then?

The work tells the story of:

It’s Halloween at Absolute Ecstasy, and the lady of the house needs a vacation. It’s a good thing that Spell Nellie can help, though it might make things a little uncomfortable for the patron that Miss Stacy switches places with for the day…

Stacy, and TD have been cursed to become what can only be described as a Succubus and an Incubus. Their sex drives are well over the top and every moment, for the most part, is about sex. That’s a problem, a huge one, and they want to take a break if only for a while to remind themselves what else is out there in the world. A friend offers a means to do so and they escape for a day with the help of two unknowing, but soon willing partners.

Stacy is a Succubus, there is no doubt of that and TD is an Incubus of course. We see Stacy’s wings and her description physically is that of a Succubus that looks somewhat like a sex toy, the same can be said about TD as a male. There is a interesting twist about the two of them that makes their situation quite fascinating as well.

But it is the need in Stacy, the wish for something different, something more than what she is at that moment that is telling I think. It gives her depth and in that I find that I liked her more and more as the story unfolds. TD as well supports her, helps, and in that comes a character that again is more. The two of them together are a wonderful couple and I really adored them.

There is a lot of sex in this work. That’s not honestly a problem as it fits the characters, the situation they are in, and the life they lead. What’s interesting is that in spite of where they find themselves they aren’t simply sex toys and they aren’t mindless. I like that a lot as interspersed with the erotica comes a story about needs and wants.

The supporting cast, I hesitate to call them all minor characters, have their quirks, personality, pasts and more. That’s a lovely touch and it adds a lot of depth to what otherwise would have been a hot flash with no substance.

The author, as always, tells a good story with nice heat in it. But it is short and I found myself wanting to know more about Stacy, TD and their world. More than what was told. I think the work as a whole makes for a good opening to a universe that I’d like to see more of.

I’m giving this work three and a half out of five pitchforks.

I would have liked to know more about the past of Stacy and TD, it sounds like an interesting story. The work itself has some neat twists and turns in it, the characters are really quite fascinating too. I’d like to see more about them all really.



Jan 24 2015

A WIP YouTube of Morrigan Aensland

Another of the “artist at work” YouTubes that I find on occasion… It’s interesting to watch how Morrigan appears as the artist creates her and, thankfully, the artist also linked to where the finished art can be found on DeviantArt…


And the finished art itself:

Morrigan Aensland by xDivaBloodx

This work is by an artist on DeviantArt called xDivaBloodx, you can find the page with this art here and the artist’s page is here as well…

I rather like the clean look the artist has created here of Morrigan. Her proportions look right, she has a lovely smile, and there’s a little different personality that comes out in this art of Morrigan that I do think works. I also like the little detail touches in her wings and clothing, the sparkle in her eyes and her hair is really done nicely too…



Jan 23 2015

The Lost Girl doesn’t seem to have a big enough umbrella…

The most amazing thing happened this week on Lost Girl. There actually was an episode that held my interest, told a decent story, told a lot about the pasts of many of the characters and, most of all, actually focused on the overall season arc above just making a silly side trip into irrelevancy. I almost thought we had moved back into the second season of the series and the most interesting thing is… the source of this story actually comes from an episode in the second season that comes back to haunt Bo and everyone else.

It is rare, at least in this season, that a fact, a moment, something that was a major plot point in the past comes back and is used in a way that isn’t over the top, or dumb, or, in the worst case, tossed aside or changed from what is known to be true in the series. The episode made a lot of sense, for the most part, and in that I thought that the series had finally found its footing this week. I’ll even allow that Mark didn’t make me ill when he appeared, for one, and that the overall situations and events in this episode fit together fairly well for the other.

There was a lot of the old season chemistry between the characters, something that has been a bit on and off as a whole. But with all of this, I still find myself wondering what this would have been like with Kenzi there. How things might have unfolded with Hale being present. I found myself thinking about the “what ifs” a lot in this episode. But more so I wonder about the “what will” to come in the mid-season finale next week and the second half of the season to come… eventually. There is a lot of questions to be answered, a lot of mysteries to be explained and, with any luck, that will happen sooner rather than later. I really hope for the next episode to be something amazing.. if not then after this episode, that will just be devastating a point to pause on as, in truth, this episode makes s very good mid-season finale on its own.

The seventh episode of the fifth season, also episode sixty-eight of the Lost Girl TV series, was this week. Bo gets lost in a storm and breaks Tamsin’s heart. Dyson gets involved in a marriage crisis and takes one for the team. Trick sees ghosts from his past while Vex gets a hint of his future. Lauren has all kinds of surprises happen while Evony’s past returns to rain on her parade…

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This is the seventh review of the fifth season of of Lost Girl. A summary of this episode has been added to the SuccuWiki, but won’t be adding my commentary to the articles there as that is what the Tale is for….

Bo finds out that after the day ends…


Here Comes The Night


The episode opens with scenes from the previous episode which include: Dyson discovering the mark of the Ancients that was left at the murder scene of the football player, Bo looking at the images of the three dead humans and Dyson commenting that they were all possessed by some kind of Fae. Trick is then shown serving Zee, the female Ancient, her drink at the Dal Riata. Alycia Welles meets with Dyson, telling him about her late husband who she saw very much alive, and then Bo meeting Heratio, the possessed husband and confronting him and the other Ancients. Iris tells Mark that something will happen at the football game, Bo realizing that the Ancients are feeding from the crowd and then Zee attacking Bo with lightning. Trick then calls the Ancients the most powerful Fae family that every lived while Iris is shown drawing their mark and then the three Ancients looking out their window at the city as lightning strikes and thunder crashes.

The episode begins with images of a rubble covered street, many wrecked cars and many walking wounded and injured crying out in pain as emergency vehicle sirens wail. Bo (Anna Silk), Dyson (Kristen Holden-Ried) and Tamsin (Rachel Skarsten) walk through the street, appearing to have been caught in the disaster as it happened, but not seeming to be injured. Bo and Dyson approach a wrecked car and after a short struggle with debris, help free the trapped passengers and driver. Tamsin tells Dyson and Bo that the tornado is continuing east through the city and that there are ambulances in a safe zone nearby. Tamsin tells Bo that the scene “is a battlefield and I’ve seen my share” Bo replies that she has never seen anything like what has happened and Tamsin comforts Bo, telling her “As long as we are together we can take on anything. You’re my girl” as she embraces Bo. Bo begins to speak to Tamsin, saying her name, but when Tamsin replies: “Yeah girl?” Bo turns away and comments: “Never mind.” Bo then notices something in the distance and begins walking away from Tamsin. Approaching an oddly bare section of road which some kind of pattern marked into it with dirt, Bo walks to the centre and then stops. As Bo whispers: “Oh my Gods” it is shown that an enormous triskele has been left behind in the aftermath of the tornado’s wake.

The scene then switches to the apartment where the three Ancients have taken up residence, Zee (Amanda Walsh) standing on the balcony and gloating at the destruction she has caused. She calls out the names of the Oracles Pythia (Aniela Kurylo), Dedona (Sagine Semajuste) and Cassie (Vanessa Matsui) before striding towards them. She attempts to rouse the three who are laying on a sofa mumbling to themselves, Zee telling them: “It’s almost time.” and then pulls on each of their chains calling them “Oracles” and “Oraclettes” and “My little eyeless wonders” Zee then walks away from the three, looking out the window to see dark clouds forming over the city and blocking out the sun as they do so. As the room darkens, the three Oracles gasp, stand and then pronounce in unison: “Only in the darkness can we see the light.” Zee then smiles and replies: “Ready. Set. Bo.” as lightning strikes and thunder booms in the city.

After the abbreviated opening sequence ends, Lauren (Zoie Palmer) is seen working at her clinic as vast numbers of walking wounded arrive seeking treatment. A news report catches Lauren’s attention which reveals that lightning is continuing to strike over the city and that there is no answer to why the disaster has occurred. Bo’s assistant Sam (Gabe Grey) comments: “Apocalypse anyone?” and Lauren replies: “Someone is trying to send us a message.” and Sam jokes: “Oh good because we’re not equipped for the end of the world.” Sam then tells Lauren that Cassie is missing and that they have room for only one more patient as another patient arrives and then Bo, Dyson and Tamsin appear, Bo commenting: “How about three?” Lauren asks Bo what is happening and she tells Lauren that the Ancients are behind the disaster, that they saw the Ancient’s symbol which Tamsin describes as “like a big ass crop circle. At least we know they aren’t subtle.” Dyson reminds Tamsin that they do not know where the Ancients are, and tells Lauren that he is working on that problem. Tamsin then suggests to Bo that they “recheck the streets to make sure no one is left behind” and when Bo looks at Lauren, she tells Bo to go. However, Dyson stops Bo and expresses his worry that “someone is going to use this chaos to try and take Lauren’s serum.” Bo then decides to stay, and tells Tamsin and Dyson to be careful. Before Dyson and Tamsin leave, Tamsin kisses Bo, Dyson just nodding at Bo before he follows Tamsin out of the clinic. Bo then approaches Lauren who is looking at a patient, the two sharing a look as the power fails in the clinic and darkness falls. A moment later the emergency power comes on, Sam comments “About that apocalypse” and Lauren calls out that they have everything under control and no one should panic. Lauren then tells Bo: “It’s Evony’s cryobox.”

Elsewhere, Trick (Richard Howland), Vex (Paul Amos), and Mark (Luke Bilyk) are at the Dal Riata as the storm continues, Mark commenting “I love storms” and Vex replying” Oh! Enthusiasm!”, Trick calling for a bucket as the roof begins to leak on the bar. Trick then reads from one of his texts: “Zeus was so frustrated with the human’s piety that he flooded the Earth to destroy mankind. He used Hera’s messenger Iris, the rainbow god to do it.” Vex asks Trick: “When you mean Gods you actually mean…” Trick continues: “Fae. So powerful that, a long time ago, humans worshipped them.” Vex asks: “Hold the lift. If Zeus and his Ancient bunch are reeking havoc on our colony skies, why am I stuck here in Cheers with you lot? I feel like I’ve picked the worst lane in the shittiest traffic of all time.” Trick calls Vex fickle and then tells Vex to go and get him some candles. After grouching about this, Vex then goes off to find Trick some candles.

Vex is then seen in the depths of the Dal Riata, examining some of Trick’s wine cellar before taking one of the bottles and drinking from it. Mark then appears, warns Vex that he will be blamed for the missing liquor and Vex puts the bottle back. What follows next is a series of sexual innuendoes referring to the length and size of candles before Mark drops out of sight and gives Vex oral sex, Vex gasping and moaning as Mark does so. After he finishes, Mark kisses Vex as the scene comes to a close.

Dyson is then seen at his gym, wondering where the Gods would be as Tamsin enters and comments: “Big fluffy white cloud in the sky duh.” and also asks: “Do you have any cream cheese?” which makes Dyson chuckle. Dyson comments that Tamsin “smells good wet” and hands her a towel. Tamsin tells Dyson: “Streets are under control, surprisingly no fatalities” and Dyson muses over why the Ancients would send a tornado over the city. Tamsin wonders: “Maybe it’s not about the tornado, it’s about the aftermath.” When Dyson wonders about the “destruction and chaos” Tamsin replies: “Blackout. Not the wakeup on Saturday morning at the Four Seasons kind.” Dyson notes that he has checked the previous addresses of Zee’s human body and the PR firm the Ancients had taken over, but both were empty. Tamsin then shows Dyson a flyer she found which Alycia Welles had posted asking for information should anyone see her husband alive. Dyson comments that he told her to leave town, but Tamsin tells him she saw her husband alive after an elevator crash, it if was her, she’d be looking for answers as well. Dyson then asks Tamsin to find all of the posters and take them down as well as looking for any evidence of the Gods and removing them as well. Tamsin comments that she is going to “check the clinic” first, but when Dyson begins to comment, Tamsin blurts out: “I’m not jealous of Lauren!” Dyson then explains: “Bo’s a succubus. There’s always going to be other people. It’s in her nature.” Tamsin replies: “It’s not the other people I am worried about. It’s just the one.” Dyson gives Tamsin a long look, then starts to leave, Tamsin asks where he is going and Dyson tells her that he is: “Going to see about a girl.”

Back at Lauren’s clinic, Bo watches Lauren as she frantically tries to keep Evony’s cryobox working in spite of the lack of power. Lauren cannot understand how the device cannot keep working when it is on three backup generators, Bo tells her: “With Evony nothing is ever enough.” Bo then asks: “Please tell me this thing is about to unleash a lifetime supply of FroYo.” Lauren, in a frightened voice tells Bo: “Try one of the oldest and most dangerous Fae ever to walk the Earth.” Bo sighs: “Lovely” and asks what they should do. The device then announces that it will shut down in ninety seconds and orders an evacuation. Bo looks at Lauren and says: “Evacuate it is.”

Following the first commercial break, Bo and Lauren roll Evony’s device into an isolation chamber and then lock the door. Lauren tells Bo that all of the patients are being moved away and any ambulances coming have been sent elsewhere. As the countdown comes towards its end, Bo and Lauren are armed and waiting to see what happens next. As the count reaches zero the container springs open and there is nothing to be seen within the device. Bo comments “Huh” and Lauren replies “Are you freaking kidding me?” The pair enter the chamber and then Lauren calls out: “Evony Fleurette Marquise I despise you!” Bo looks at Lauren and answers: “Yet you continue to work for her. This is for her, to make her Fae again!” Lauren looks at Bo and sighs: “Yeah. It is.” She then walks over to a radio and turns it on in an attempt to mask their conversation from Evony’s listening devices. Bo wonders if they “should save the generator power for something more important” and Lauren embraces her and they begin to slow dance to the music together. Lauren explains to Bo that Evony could be listening and then she explains to Bo: “I know what I am doing. You need to trust me. I’m getting to live my life long dream. Treating humans, Fae, conducting research and nothing has anything to do with turning Evony Fae again. I don’t work for anybody but myself.” Bo answers: “You know how to seize an opportunity.” Lauren replies: “For some of us, life is shorter.” Bo is silent and then answers: “Then let’s make it count” as they kiss.

Elsewhere, Dyson knocks on the door of Alycia Welles’ home and the door is answered by Heratio (Noam Jenkins) who asks: “Can I help you?” Dyson asks what he is doing there, but before he can answer, Alycia (Lisa Marcos) appears, calling out “Kevin” which seems to indicate that Heratio is masquerading as Vincent Welles, Alycia’s late husband. She recognizes Dyson and when Heratio comments to her “Oh, you know him.” Dyson explains: “I was assigned to your case. I thought I would check in.” Alycia then rants about how the police would not allow her to see Kevin’s body and all she had was an urn of ashes, but Heratio calms her down before tells Dyson that there is no need for him to be there and no need to investigate further as he is “home safe, no thanks to you and your department I might add.” When Dyson asks where he was, Heratio makes the excuse that he woke up on the side of Highway 6, stumbled around and then “found Alycia.” Dyson considers this and then asks if he could take Heratio’s statement about what happened, and at first Heratio declines saying that “we were about to make some hot cocoa” but Dyson replies: “Well, I’d love some.”

Tamsin arrives at the clinic and calls out Bo and Lauren’s names as she looks for them, moments later finding Bo and Lauren in bed together, standing there and looking devastated. Mark is then shown working at the Dal Riata and when he walks past Vex, Mark asks: “Help me unload again?” which makes Vex spit out the drink he was having and reply: “I beg your pardon?” Mark then asks Vex to give him a “quick hand” which confuses Vex even more as he asks: “Now? Right now?” Mark answers: “I’m sorry are there other dishes in the future that I don’t know about?” Vex seems relieved and agrees to help Mark with the dishes, adding that he thought that Mark was “referring to what happened in the Keg Room.” Mark is confused by this, but before the discussion can go any further Evony (Emmanuelle Vaugier) enters the Dal Riata and comments to Vex: “Dim lights does wonders for this crowd, except for you, your eyes still look sunken in.” Vex then introduces Mark to Evony, adding: “Her only redeeming feature is her filthy rich husband.” Mark shakes Evony’s hand and when she makes a comment about Mark’s complexion, Vex whispers: “Dyson’s offspring” to which Evony comments: “Explains the face.” Evony then comments that she loves storms now that she is human and they make her all “quivery.” Vex then uses his power to draw Evony away and confront her, commenting: “Not over role-playing are we Mrs. Robinson?” When Evony makes a snide comment about Mark, Vex’s obvious anger about it makes Evony comment that Vex has a crush on Mark. Vex remains Evony that as a human she is not meant to be in Fae territory, but Evony tells Vex that: “Once Fae, always Fae.” Evony then tells Vex to come with her, but Vex refuses, saying that he does not take orders from Evony any longer. She replies: “I need you. Power outage means you know what is on the loose.” Vex seems shocked as he replies: “Has he killed the monopoly man?” but Evony tells Vex that her sugar daddy is safe and well. Evony explains: “I had it stored at my clinic” and Vex sighs: “You wanted to gain control over your little serum.” When Vex asks about Lauren, Evony replies: “What she doesn’t see will definitely hurt her.” Bo and Lauren are then seen in bed, Bo musing that she wishes they could remain in bed together. Lauren replies that “since tonight is about seizing the moment” she should “pop open” some champagne. Lauren gets out of bed and leaves the room to find Sam standing in the hallway, turned away from her. When Lauren comes close, she sees that Sam has been attacked and is dead, his body falling to the floor as Bo arrives on the scene. When Lauren tells Bo that Sam is dead, Bo answers: “Evony wasn’t lying after all. There is a monster. And it’s invisible.”

After another commercial break, Dyson is interviewing Heratio with Alycia sitting beside him. Alycia tells Dyson that when she saw her husband at her front door she thought she was dreaming. After sharing a kiss with Heratio, Dyson asks Heratio to give his statement about what happened and as he does so, Heratio makes several mistakes from his initial explanation to Dyson including getting the number of the highway wrong, but Heratio brushes this off as “being a bit out of it.” When Alycia leaves the room, Dyson tells Heratio that he knows who he is and when Heratio tells Dyson to keep his distance, Dyson replies: “Murders, kidnapping Oracles, destroying the city. This all stops tonight.” Heratio smirks: “I’m not done playing house yet.” Alycia then returns and offers Heratio some marshmallows which he calls his favourite, and when Alycia asks what he and Dyson where talking about, Heratio replies: “I was just telling Dyson I was about to kill you” and then takes hold of Alycia by her throat. When Dyson demands that Heratio release Alycia, and calls him “Zeus”, Heratio turns to Dyson and tells him: “My name is Hera” before sending a cloud of gadflies to attack Dyson, calling them a “crowd pleaser.” When Hera turns to kill Alycia, she screams and drives a dagger into Hera’s stomach, adding: “Vincent hated marshmallows.” Looking at the wound suffered, Hera comments: “This damn human body”, turns to Alycia and tells her: “I’ll be back for yours” before stumbling away and the attack on Dyson ends.

Back at Lauren’s clinic, Bo and Lauren are creeping through the hallways in the dark. Lauren frets over the deaths of Lisa and Sam, but Bo reminds Lauren that neither death was her fault, but Lauren explains: “I haven’t felt this guilty since my Karen Beattie days.” Bo comments: “Seriously? Now? Now you decide to tell me about your former identity?” Lauren blames it on her trauma, and Bo replies: “Hey, whatever I can get. Karen Beattie all over me.” Lauren tells Bo: “It was a long time ago, people died it was my fault.” Bo replies: “I guess we have more in common than I thought.” Bo then tells Lauren to leave and she will “take care of this” but Lauren refuses. Bo insists saying it is too dangerous for Lauren, but Lauren replies: “I might not be as strong as you and Tamsin but that doesn’t mean that I can’t fight.” Lauren then finds a fire axe and adds: “I’m not scared anymore.”

Dyson arrives at his place with Alycia. After asking her if she’d rather stay at a hotel, and Alycia telling Dyson that she feels safer where she is, Dyson sets up a place for her to stay. Alycia asks Dyson what happened at her home and Dyson replies: “He’s not Kevin any more.” When she asks who he is, Dyson answers: “I don’t know. But I’ll help you find out.” After Alycia sits on the cot that Dyson has set up for her, he leaves the room, closing the room behind him.

Returning to his evidence board, Dyson attempts to put the pieces of the puzzle together and is then surprised by what appears to be Bo, who tells Dyson to be quiet as Alycia is sleeping. Bo calls Alycia “pretty” and then asks who Alycia is. Dyson explains that she is “a human that needs protection.” Dyson comments as well: “Strange. Usually I can smell you coming from a mile away.” Bo asks: “Do I not smell like me?” and after a pause, Dyson replies: “Yeah. You do. Must be the storm.” Bo asks if she can tell Dyson a secret and Dyson replies with a bit of confusion: “I didn’t think we had any.” Bo then tells Dyson: “I think about you. Everyday.” Dyson tells Bo: “I think about you too.” Then Bo tells Dyson: “I just can’t be with you right now.” Dyson nods and replies: “I know. Same old game.” Then Bo wonders: “Maybe it’s time we changed the rules.” Dyson is surprised, telling Bo: “This is a bit of a curve ball” then Bo answers: “I’ll give you a curve ball.” Dyson then winces, Bo asks: “What? Not attractive?” and Dyson grunts: “No. A bit on the painful side.” They begin to laugh, but then hush each other so that they do not wake Alycia. Bo then promises to be quiet, but adds: “Can’t promise you will be” before the two kiss.

Vex and Evony are then seen at Lauren’s clinic, Vex not doing anything while Evony rummages through Lauren’s lab trying to find the serum. When Vex asks what good the serum would be without Lauren’s help, Evony replies: “She’s not helping me, she’s using me and I let her because I thought I didn’t have a choice. Now I am taking things into my own rapidly wrinkling human hands.” When Vex asks if Evony knows another doctor that treats Fae, Evony tells him: “I will find one. A witch, a druid, a sorcerer with a rope for a belt if I have to.” Vex seems to be transfixed by something on Evony’s chest and then comments: “What is that? Is that a skin tag?” which sets Evony off one a rant in which she tells Vex that is why she needs to become Fae again. There is the sound of something crashing and breaking which frightens them both. Evony tells Vex: “If it gets close, you remember what to do.” Vex chuckles: “How could I forget? It’s how you and I met.” Vex then continues: “You were a shattered little mess” to which Evony agrees she was and then adds: “And you saved me.” As Evony continues to search, Vex turns away and leaves at the exact moment that Evony comments: “Of course the serum is behind a bush. When will I learn?” Turning around, Evony calls out Vex’s name but he is no longer there, Bo and Lauren there instead, Lauren holding the serum and asking: “Looking for something?” Evony commands: “Give.” but Lauren replies: “Your monster killed one of my doctors and you have the nerve to come in here and try to steal my work?” Evony warns: “When that thing finds us, its going to eat you both alive and then it’s going to use me as a toothpick. Because I’m the skinniest.” Bo confronts her, saying: “We’re done taking shots in the dark” and asking how to stop the monster before it does any more damage. Evony tells Bo that “nothing on this Earth can kill it. No chemical, no weapon. Not even lumberbutch over here.” There is the sound of thunder and then Bo whispers: “I have an idea.” Evony asks what the idea is and Bo turns to Lauren and asks “how are your throwing skills.” Lauren replies: “It’s on an 82 percent on a good day.” Bo calls that good enough and then adds: “Question is, what does it want most?” The two then look at Evony who shakes her head and moans: “Oh… no” and Bo replies: “Oh yes.” Eveny tells Bo that she doesn’t know what she is dealing with, adding: “And I’m not talking invisible monster. With the Ancients back we are all ground meat, steak freaking tatar and hold the capers because there won’t be time for condiments!” Lauren offhandedly replies: “What? Some dusty old Fae? What makes you think they are so dangerous?” Evony is quiet a moment, then reveals: “I don’t think, I know. I used to date one.” The Oracles are then seen walking together in a street and repeating over and over again: “Only in the darkness can we see the light,”

After still another commercial break, Evony is seen walking in an alleyway and commenting to herself: “Sure… I don’t mind being the dangling carrot. The rain is great for my human hair.” She then calls out: “What are you waiting for? Come and get me! For the love of Mike Nichols. NOW!” There is a strange sound and Evony turns around, starting to taunt the unseen being with: “Oh come on I had to share a room with my sisters growing up. At least you got your own.” Bo and Lauren then appear and Lauren throws her fire axe at the being, striking it. Evony comes close and tells of: “You kept me in the dark for so long. It was your turn. I was a big girl Eros. You should have just told me how you really felt instead of stringing me along. Humiliating me. I loved you. And you chose that doormat Psyche. Evony then kisses Eros before drawing back and telling him: “And I hate to lose.” There is the sound of electrical arcing and then a bolt of lightning strikes Eros and kills him, leaving nothing behind save the fire axe which clatters to the ground. Evony then walks away, saying nothing as she passes Bo and Lauren. Lauren asks Bo: “Did she say Eros? The Greek God?” Bo replies: “Zeus’ lightning. it takes the power of an Ancient to kill an Ancient.” Lauren comments: “I guess everyone has their monsters, even Evony.”

Elsewhere, Trick is in his lair looking though his texts when Isabeau (Alisen Down), Trick’s late wife appears to him. She greets Trick and tells him it is good to see him, saying that he is in “fine form” and she “misses him too much.” Trick remarks that he has been fooled by visions before and Isabeau claims: “It is different this time. It’s true. I’m true. We’ll be together again. Soon.” As Isabeau moves to kiss Trick he asks: “What do you mean soon?” Mark then enters the room and calls out” “Holy orgy Trick” which reveals that Trick is surrounded by the three Oracles, Trick exclaiming “This isn’t real!” and pushing Cassie away from him. The Oracles then pronounce: “You are not the light. Only in the darkness can we see the light” then they leave, continuing to speak their phrase over and over again. As they leave, Dyson appears and asks if Trick is alright. Trick asks; “Has anyone had an unusual interaction with someone today? Something perhaps sexual in nature?” Both Dyson and Vex raise a hand and Trick continues: “It’s what I feared. Oracle visions.” Trick explains that the Oracles try to arouse others in order to get close to their lips and extract their truth. Vex asks if the visions are a “ruse” but Trick explains that “within each vision the Oracles are required to deliver truth in order to extract truth.” Mark makes the comment: “I didn’t see Kate Upton today. Why didn’t the Oracles come to me?” Vex questions what he has in common with Dyson and Trick and Dyson replies “Bo. Her blood. It’s in each of us.” which reminds Vex that they all did so in order to defeat The Garuda. Trick then speaks the Oracles words “Only in the darkness can they see the light.” Trick comes to the conclusion that the light is Bo’s blood. Vex comments: “That storm wasn’t meant to flood the Earth. They just wanted a power outage.” Dyson continues: “So the Oracles could see what they needed to. If Bo is the light at least we kept them off her track for a while.” Trick explains: “Zeus is known for giving Oracles their vision. He sent them. He wants her truth but why?” Vex then asks how the Oracles choose who they appear as and Trick explains: “Oracles are all knowing. They appear to us as the person our heart most desires.” This revelation makes Vex pause and when Mark asks who Vex saw, Vex does not answer.

Elsewhere, Bo arrives home and sees Persephone still alight. Bo approaches the candle and then calls out Tamsin’s name but she does not answer. Bo then turns around and the three Oracles are standing next to her. Bo is confused a moment, but then her expression changes to a smile.

Returning from still another commercial, Bo sees Dyson and asks him if he has had any luck finding the Ancients. Dyson replies: “No. I was looking for you. Sometimes it feels like that’s all I do.” Bo asks Dyson what that is supposed to mean and Dyson continues: “You chose me first for a reason. Everything we’ve gone through, everything we’ve sacrificed. That was love. And it’s still there. It doesn’t go away.” Bo replies: “No. It doesn’t. But it changes.” Dyson replies: “It does. But know that I will always be there for you. I am strong for you.” Bo asks “Dyson, why all this now?” and then Lauren appears in the place of Dyson. Lauren tells Bo: “Because now is all we have.” Bo realizes that something is wrong as she whispers: “I’m pretty sure I was just talking to Dyson.” Lauren replies that Bo is tired, they both are and she blames Bo’s confusion on the blackout. Bo declares: “This isn’t real.” Lauren presses: “It is true Bo. I’m true. As long as we’re alive as long as we are walking the Earth we cannot be together.” Bo smiles and replies: “Looks like Lauren, smells like Lauren.” Lauren offers: “I even taste like me. Give it a try.” and then walks towards Bo. The lights flicker and Bo hears a man’s voice saying: “Don’t be afraid.” Bo whispers: “Dad?” and then the three Oracles are revealed once more. Cassie moves towards Bo to kiss her, but Cassie does not manage to kiss Bo as Trick intervenes and separates her and Bo. Bo then collapses to the floor as Trick moves to help her and the Oracles leave. Bo asks Trick what happened and Trick explains: “The Ancients sent them for your truth. What do they want with my Granddaughter?” Bo then tells Trick: “My father is Hades.” This shocks Trick and he stares at Bo in disbelief, whispering “That’s not possible.” Bo continues: “He took Aife from the Dark Dungeons and brought her to Tartarus. I saw where I was born Trick. In Hel. Persephone, my stepmother, told me to take that candle from my father. She told me to light it for her family. What if lighting it brought them here?” Trick continues: “And it caused the elevator to crash, allowing them to take over human vessels.” Bo replies: “It’s time for us to meet the other side of the family.”

Elsewhere, the Oracles return to Zee and she comments: “It took you long enough.” Zee grabs Cassie and holds her close, drawing what the Oracles have learned from her. Zee whispers: “She has it. She doesn’t even know.” Cassie then begs Zee: “You changed me. Used me. Showed me things that made me take out my own eyes. I’ve given you everything you have asked for. Now please, let me go.” Zee stares at Cassie for a moment then offers: “Okay. You can go” before she pushes Cassie over the railing of the balcony and Cassie falls to her death, screaming as she does so.

After the final commercial break, Mark and Vex are seen playing a game of drinking ping-pong. Mark asks why Vex left Evony and Vex explains: “Well, she had to face the music once and for all. Eros broke her heart, and instead of dealing with it all those years ago, I helped lock him up. And she’s been her evil self ever since.” Mark asks if Evony was the one that Vex saw in his vision and Vex replies: “My heart has been locked and chained and dropped to the deepest darkest ocean.” Vex pauses a moment, then adds: “I haven’t got a bloody clue what my heart wants anymore.”

Bo is then seen at home on her cellphone, speaking with Lauren and asking her to tell both Dyson and Tamsin that she is okay, but needs time to figure things out. As she finishes her phone call Tamsin appears and asks Bo if she should leave her alone. Bo says no, because she lives there with Bo. Bo asks Tamsin if she is okay and Tamsin tells Bo that she isn’t. Bo tells Tamsin they need to talk and Tamsin tells Bo that she knows what she is going to say, adding that she is “okay with it. As hard as that is, I’m okay with it.” Bo is unsure what Tasmin is talking about and Tamsin continues that she knows Bo is a Succubus and that she needs to see others, “Even if those other people happen to be Lauren. I know where your heart truly lies. It’s with me.” Tamsin then begs Bo to tell her that it is true so she knows it is. Bo is quiet for a moment, then replies: “Tamsin… I care about you. More than you know.” Tamsin whispers: “But?” Bo then continues: “And I know it seems like we’re a couple, because we live together and we take cases together.” Tamsin looks at the floor and whispers: “And we sleep together.” Bo tries to explain: “I think Tamsin, deep down, You feel the same way.” Tamsin chokes out: “Don’t patronize me. I’m wise beyond my lives. Don’t tell me I’m making this up. Don’t tell me me I’m stupid.” Bo insists that she isn’t and tries to explain that living with someone and being with them all of the time can be confusing. Tamsin cries that she is not confused and that she is in love with Bo. Bo explains: “Tamsin… I love you. I do. But not like that. I’m sorry.” Tamsin is devastated and asks: “So. Lauren is good enough. Dyson is good enough. Even Rainer is good enough. What’s wrong with me? Why not me! What’s wrong with me!” Bo tries to tell Tamsin that there is nothing wrong with her, but Tamsin tells Bo: “You know I thought that finally in my last life that I had found the one. Your eyes are both brown and blue.” As Tamsin says this, the power comes back on and the lights in Bo’s home flicker back to life once more. Tamsin then turns away from Bo and starts to leave, Bo calling her name. Tamsin tells Bo not to follow her and when Bo tries to stop Tamsin from leaving, Tamsin pulls away violently, yells “Don’t!” and then walks out the door.

The final scene of the episode begins with Bo standing alone in her home, then turning around and looking at Persephone’s candle. Bo then leans down and blows the candle out, looks at it a moment, and then leaves the room. The candle remains unlit for a few more seconds and then it relights, the candle burning once more.


Fade to black…


The thing about Lost Girl is when the series becomes focused on the season plot, when all of the extraneous material is pushed away and all that remains is story, character, and meaning, that’s when an episode appears that matters. It really sets out, clearly, just how much the series is harmed by having plots, characters and moments that don’t matter a lot. As a whole in this episode there was very little that wasn’t important, didn’t drive the season onwards, or come to tell something important that was needed to know.

There was really a lot of information packed into s single episode and as a result there were some moments that I felt were a bit short for what they were to show, while others, such as the long, long, long, long drawn out slow motion walk through a disaster scene at the beginning, took up more time than they really needed. It felt like there wasn’t a good balance between substance and art at several points and that could have been done better.

I’ve noticed over the last three episodes, including this one, that there are a large number of scenes where nothing is said, the characters are simply walking from place to place and then, finally, something happens. In this episode, as an aside, I noted about 7 minutes of… nothing. While it looked good, otherwise I just didn’t see the point to it otherwise.

The episode set out a lot of things that were new, such as the names of two of the Ancients that have been questionable for some time now and with that brings up an interesting question to think about, and hope they explain. If Zee is Zeus, and all signs seem to say so, then why take a female form? For that matter, why would Hera take a male form? Keeping the mystery around the Ancients is all well and I understand why that is. But there seems to be something off about the characters in that they don’t seem to ring true if they are who they seem to be. Further, the reveal about Vex being smitten with Mark I thought was well done, though the faux sex scene I think really didn’t need to be done. That seemed to be a bit over the top and really the sexual innuendo that came before that moment was much better, much more “Vex” and worked better for me. It would have been just as telling to have all of the looks passing between Vex and Mark, knowing what happened, and to see where things unfold to.

The calling back to the second season when Bo’s blood was injected into Dyson, Lauren, Hale, Kenzi, Vex and Val was a surprise and I really was glad to see the call back to the past in the series. However, there is a bit of a problem with regards to the Ancients and what they did. There’s an overwhelming mistake made, actually two of them, in that the Oracles did not actually take Bo’s truth for one, and for another, the hubris of Zee to kill Cassie and thus, it seems, make the Oracles no longer useful. After all of the effect they have gone through, one would think that they would be more focused and careful about what they do and why they do it. But, being it seems “arrogant” beings, this will be their downfall of course. Or it should be, but there is every indication that Bo will use that gift her father sent her, turn Dark Queen, and then go on a rampage… which would be disappointing.

I was a bit disappointed in the rehashing of Bo’s relationship triangle, then square, then triangle again. The “truths” given from Dyson, Vex and Trick were well told and made a lot of sense. The scenes with the attempt at finding Bo’s truth worked well overall, having a good mix of trepidation and pain and need that told much about not just Bo but Lauren and Dyson as well. But that’s where the problem lies. Why not Lauren? She has Bo’s blood in her as well, and she was accessible by the Oracles, so… why not her? For that matter, why not Kenzi or Val? I do understand why the latter two, but I don’t see why Lauren wasn’t targeted and her truth taken. To brush that off as her being simply human seems like a cop out. A waste. Disappointing really.

The one character who’s story was told the best I think was Evony. There has always been a lot of questions about her, her past, where she came from. how she and Vex met and how their relationship came to be what it is. Surprisingly, the reveal about her dating Eros was a surprise and very unexpected. But that left so many unanswered questions, the main one being how did Vex and Evony trap Eros in the first place, and how was it that they kept Eros imprisoned before the device was built that held him in the current time. Beyond this, now that Eros is dead, or seems to be, what happens to Evony now? I don’t think I want to see her become all good, that would be too jarring. Nor would I like to see her be no different than she is. I think, if nothing else, that Evony should become the foil to Bo that I think she should have been from the beginning of the series.

If the prior episode turned a corner, this one took the season to a place it hasn’t been before. To some quality writing, a story that meant something at the end, and a glimpse of the mess to come. What does Zee do next? What does Hera do? Is Alycia a target now? Will she be turned into the playing of an Ancient? While these are all good questions, the most awful one is what will Tamsin do now that she has been rejected by Bo? There are quite a number of cliffhangers in this episode which makes me ponder something.

Why wasn’t this the mid-season finale? There’s actually a lot going for this, it would be a very strong hook to keep interest up in the series to the next half of the season too. Which means there are only two possible outcomes for the next episode. It will be better and have a better cliffhanger, which I hope it does… Or it won’t. Both are troubling possibilities in either case.

On to the characters in the episode…

Bo… While there were a few moments for Boffy to appear, as a whole this episode was about Bo’s relationships, what she wants, and what she has to look forward to. There was a good deal of character building, which has been rare in the series to date. There was some rehashing of her past, of her ongoing inability to make a choice and, most troubling, the lack of being able to see Tamsin’s issues coming right at her and dealing with them in a way that wasn’t a repeat of every other time the love triangle has come up.

Dyson…There’s still that possible love interest in Alycia for Dyson, though it’s quite clear where his heart is, with Bo. Still to see “hero” Dyson trying to protect Alycia was good and that hasn’t happened in a while. I like Dyson when he is complex and more than “just” being present. I think that in this episode some of the old Dyson came back at last.

Lauren. Finally Lauren took control of her relationship with Bo and did something about it. This is something that has been needed for some time for her. Some funny lines, not quite Kenzi in quality, but not awful either. I think it would have been interesting to see Lauren’s truth… I’m not sure she knows what that is exactly.

Tamsin: As much as I liked the relationship she had with Bo, making the triangle a rectangle would have been a train wreck and it was starting to turn into one. Tamsin really went lovesick puppy this episode and that just made the confrontation between herself and Bo that much more tragic. She’s obviously hurt and what happens when a Valkyrie is in so much pain? This does not bode well I think.

Trick. Trick-o-pedia did happen, to an extent again, but with that came a moment to see Trick and Isabeau together that I did like. Yes it was a vision and yes it wasn’t true. But it was nice to see the moment, even after what came next.

Vex. Overall he seemed a lot more like the Vex we know and love. I liked that his truth wasn’t expected and offers some interesting possibilities that would be neat to see unfold. The reveals about his past with Evony as well told much more about Vex than we knew, but also brings up some really troubling points such as his real age. Vex has to be a least a thousand years old. More, I wonder if he is a child of the Ancients as well.

Evony. Overall, the most we have ever learned about her and I liked that a lot. Like Vex however the question of how old Evony is becomes more unclear and if she is a child of the Ancients as well is a question unanswered. But it would be interesting to find out.

Mark. He was, as a whole, much less of an ass this episode and it made me wonder why it was they they couldn’t have made him likeable from the beginning? Was it really necessary to introduce him as an ass and leave that being what we remember most about him?

Cassie. Saying the same thing over and over again. Then being killed by Zee. Her tragic life comes to a close and… it’s just sad.

Pythia and Dedona. Darkness. Light. Blah blah blah.

Heratio/Hera. Still really don’t care about him… her. Bit confusing, but then the entire Ancient plot line is that and then some. Her story isn’t over yet, but I wish it was really.

Zee. If that is your name… Still doesn’t work for me, still seems to be a Evony wanna-be. Too over the top, too arrogant and too much by far. If this is Zeus, that is a story I want explained and just saying that Zeus can take any form isn’t going to be enough.

Alyssha. I really hope she isn’t just going to become Hera’s new hang out. She’s a bit too emotionally over the top still, but I think that will calm down. I do feel like in the next episode she’s going to kill her husband’s body if it isn’t already dead and in doing so, give the means to kill the other Ancients.

Isabeau. I really, truly, want Bo to meet her Grandmother. I think that’s something that needs to happen before the end of the series. Just a dream this time, but… perhaps.

Sam. Another one bites the dust. Or wall. Or floor. Really a waste I did like him all things considered.

Overall the acting was good, the story kept my attention and I think, really, it was the best episode of the season. It could have been better, there’s no doubt of that, but when all else you have seen in a season to this point has made you only want to watch the second season again, it’s good to prove that good stories make for good television.


My Review of Here Come The Night

Keeping my interest – 4 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 1 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 3 Pitchforks

Storyline – 5 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 5 Pitchforks

Mythos – 5 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 3.8 Pitchforks out of 5


As I have noted before, this was the first episode this season that I really paid attention to and, in truth, you needed to otherwise things went by rather quickly and you would be left behind. That actually was a good thing in this episode because while there were some moments when time slowed and things were revealed, the comparison with the frantic events around the characters did a lot to sell the story as a whole.

The content of the episode, the character development, the answers to several mysteries was well done and I think that all worked well enough, though some of the dialogue was hard to understand at times. I didn’t care for the much too dark opening sequence however. The attempt at making the day turn night just looked wrong and did not do anything for the scene. Something better could have been done with a really cloudy day I think, and if there was on the day of the filing, then they really overdid the effects during post-production.

Bo wasn’t a Succubus in this episode, not that it was really necessary that she needed to be either. She wasn’t at least, full on Boffy which was a pleasant surprise. Still, the question that I’d like to see answered sometime is just how different Bo is from a “normal” succubus anyway. I think that Succubus Bo is just around the corner, because, of course, when she turns Dark she has to go “all out succubus” in that event. I hope not, but I just know that the writers can’t resist that trope with her.

There were moments in the episode where the interplay of light and dark worked well and I liked those moments. But as well, there is that opening sequence, which is far too dark, the use of too much dark and rain to obscure what happens, and… it really was just too dark most of the time and that hurt the episode a lot I felt. The moments of candlelight over the faces of Bo and the others when their truths were revealed were special and felt right in many ways. I just wish the series would bring more light to the episodes so we can see things better.

As this was, overall, the best, most involved, most interesting plot and storyline of the episode, it gets one of the few five ratings for that. There was so much learned in this episode compared to the rest of the season so far that it pains me to look back on the season and regret how much time was wasted on dead end plots, moments and throwaway events. Having to jam so much into a single episode takes away from the whole, but as well it offers so much.

The same is true of the main characters in the series. We learn so much about so many and that doesn’t happen very often. The reveals explained a lot about why some are as they are, what others want, and, for many, what they both fear and need. Again, a single episode that gave more than any other so far this season. But a lot of information, thankfully not in an infodump format, and it goes by in a flash. Too much wasted time again it seems that caught the season up needing to explain what will be, i’m sure, important in the future.

The series mythos, in short, exploded this episode. The Ancients, who they are, the Oracles and their search, the truths of Bo, Dyson, Vex and Trick. The past of Vex and Evony, the questions about Lauren and Tamsin. The story of how of all of these stories came to be, how it creates this universe and what it all means, really mattered this time. Solidly telling in how this was done and it provided some answers that many have been waiting for. Really good to see and it is, really, about time.

I can count on one hand the number of episodes that changed the landscape of the series, I think this is one of them in a lot of ways. For this season certainly, this is a turning point episode and one that leaves a cliffhanger that works really well. The problem is that this isn’t the mid-season finale. So what comes next, and can it be as good as this one was?

We’ll know soon enough…


Next Week: End of Faes

Bo and the gang attend a party with a mission to take down a new enemy.

I’d like to know, exactly, who it is that comes up with these plot summary teases? ‘Bo and the gang’ just makes me think of ‘Kool and the Gang’ and it really shouldn’t. Or for that matter I shouldn’t be thinking a Scooby Doo adventure either. I can remember when the summaries weren’t go awfully short and silly. It’s a shame that whomever is doing them doesn’t have a better imagination. Or ability to write well. Either would be an improvement I think.

The only thing that I can hope for, and it is a very thin hope, is that Bo might appear in a really amazing dress in this upcoming episode. It’s a thin hope, but some of the teaser images that have popped up in the last few days do give me some hope. We’ll see how that goes of course.

The episode title I think is a bit of a red herring though. I’m not expecting the end of the Ancients plot nor do I expect all of the characters to come out of what I expect is an oncoming disaster in one piece. With any luck Mark will take a dive off a baloney or something. Really anything will do. For that matter “Zee” if that is your name, I do hope gets what’s coming to her and her “family” shortly as well. I really feel like all of this first half of the season should be driving towards Bo’s Father finally appearing, but that has been danced around so much and teased so often that really expecting that will happen in the coming episode I think is asking for a bit too much.

But, thinking this further a bit, what if Bo is “doomed” and her father appears to save her for his own reasons? Or maybe that jack=in-the-box is going to be used and Bo will go “Evil Bo” again. Either thought would be better than most I think, and as a mid-season cliffhanger, they aren’t bad ideas really.

Still, I am expecting a lot of scenery being chewed by the Ancients, a storyline that I fear will be a lot of “pause” and not a lot of action. Nor do I expect anything but Boffy to appear in the episode either. Because Bo being a Succubus can’t possibly happen. Not the way the stories are being written at least.

And this is the problem with there being, finally, a really good episode. It shows what the series is capable of, should be doing, and then it doesn’t. It comes back, at least for me, that this season’s purpose, so far, is just to get the episode numbers up for syndication. There could have been at least three better episodes so far and that really bothers me. Still, we have another half season to go.

So, the only thing I can hope for is that the second half focuses on the overall story of the series and we come to a conclusion that isn’t cheesy or stupid… or worse. This next episode will either make me really want the next part of the season to start, or to wish that it didn’t come back. I’ll have to hope for the former I think.

It is a hope, I admit. But then there’s always that until there isn’t.

Popcorn not withstanding.