Apr 24 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 328

I have, occasionally, pondered the sorts of things a Succubus might do. Not the obvious things like being a stripper or something like that. Mainly because that’s far too common and simple a thing for a Succubus to do with her life…

And then, I found this cute piece of a 50’s Car Hop Succubus which just made me smile and ponder the possibilities…

Car Hop Succubus by Rakugaki

Car Hop Succubus by Rakugaki

This work is called Car Hop Succubus and is by an artist on Tumblr calling themselves Rakugaki. You can find the page I found this art here and the artist’s Tumblr page is here as well.

I’ve often said that I like Succubi when they are sexy-cute and she really is that. There’s jsut something about her that looks… right. I really can’t explain it much better than that. Love the roller shoes and her outfit, Neat hairstyle that works well with her pose and expression too. Her horns might be a little bit over the top, but considering her tail, they do match each other don’t they?

I wonder what the daily specials might be at her diner. Might be a story in that somewhere I think…

Please do visit this artist’s Tumblr Blog, there are some really interesting pieces of art to be found there!



Apr 23 2014

It is a little costume, but not that much a Succubus

Sexy Lil Devil in Red Halloween CostumeI like cute in a costume and really it shouldn’t be that hard for that to appear in them. The right look, the right shape, the right accessories, all of them should be able to come together and make a costume better. At least that is my theory, but I have been proven wrong many times before…

This is called the Sexy Lil Devil in Red Halloween Costume and it comes with the dress and horns and the pitchfork and nothing more. It sells for $45 US on several sites I have found it, though it does appear for less occasionally.

Overall there really isn’t all that much to this costume, though I will say that if the high collar wasn’t there I would like it more than I do.

It reminds me of several similar costumes that have appeared on the Tale before and if it is, then it would be, I believe, the fourth of fifth different version of the same idea that I have seen from the same costume manufacturer.

I can say that because in every one of the pictures I have seen, that same lousy pitchfork appears in the images which just disappoints me even more.

One and a half pitchforks out of five.

This is becoming repetitive and that should tell the manufacturer that they need to think of something new. But I doubt it…



Apr 22 2014

A Review of Succubus on a Submarine by Sinn Lee

Succubus on a Submarine by Sinn Lee

Succubus on a Submarine by Sinn Lee

One of the things that I have found to be interesting is to see when a Succubus, a specific kind, is knocked down a bit. Personally I don’t like self absorbed Succubi that tend to act poorly, do poor things, and most of all, cause harm for really what amounts to no reason at all… Other than they can.

The question then becomes how is that done? How are they either taken, taught, or more often than not, bent to another’s will? Does it make sense and if it does, how does that play out?

  • Title: Succubus on a Submarine
  • Author: Sinn Lee
  • Length: 14 Pages
  • Publishing Date: April 16, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

It tells the story of:

When the succubus Malka targets the owner of a Luxury submarine corporation, she ends up stuck on a submarine with five hundred other guests for the luxury submarine’s maiden voyage. For a sexy succubus like herself, cornering and seducing the wealthy Mr. Bell and getting him under the sheets should be a breeze, or so she thinks.

Malka is, for lack of a better way to put this, a gold-digger. She’s well aware of what she is and how she gets what she wants. She’s been doing so for a very long time now. She’s a Succubus after all and uses what she is without really much thought to it. She takes from her prey, in many different ways, then quite literally sucks them dry before moving on without a second thought.

That is, honestly, the one problem I have with her overall. She is a Succubus, one that is not quite stereotypical, but there is an aloofness about her that I didn’t think much of. I found myself wondering how it was that she was where she was with the lack of… thought… I think is the best way to put it. She acts, she puts up a very good show, but she’s not all that aware of her surroundings. That, for her, becomes a problem when the person she’s looking for appears.

Paul Bell, the man Malka wants to seduce and control, is quite different from anyone she’s encountered before and in that comes some very interesting concepts about Succubi in this story that I did find interesting in their own right. When he surprises Malka, and it is a surprise, it’s quite clear that she is well out of her league. Being a Succubus and not seeing what is happening around you can cause… problems… as Malka finds out.

Where the story goes from there has a bit of mind control in it mixed with Malka finding that was she wants isn’t going to be as easy as she thought it was. I did like her real form and her reactions to what Paul does, they seemed very true to who she is. The mental shift, the reason for it, and the aftermath all meshed together well and, most importantly, made sense.

But there are questions left unanswered at the end of the story. Really none of them are important to this story, but there are a couple of open paths going forwards that I found myself mulling over. I think the one major one is “Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it.”

It also interested me that there were flashes of Malka thinking about her life, how it was different from the ones around her. There was a certain sadness in that which I thought was interesting, but really was passed over a little too quickly for me. That well seemed to be her truth, but then she wrapped it in a lie in order to catch Paul’s eye. Seduction is not what you appear to be, but who you are and it felt like she had forgotten that point. Which really is a huge mistake when you think about it.

A few minor spelling errors and a couple of words that appear in the wrong tense here and there. Otherwise the erotica has a good deal of heat to it, and the plot is well done I thought in where it leads to. But there are a few things left unanswered which made me pause and wonder about them.

I would have liked to see about ten more pages to the story. There is the question of Malka’s real past untold, the question of what happens beyond the end of the story and, most importantly, what happens because of what Paul did and the implications of it. There’s a huge question mark there and the question of what Paul wants, really wants, from Malka isn’t quite clear. There is a D/s theme, there is no doubt, but he’s with a Succubus and in spite of everything, he is mortal… She isn’t.

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

I really didn’t like Malka from her first thought, so what happens, at least for me, seems to be right. But in the end there’s an interesting question that wasn’t answered and I think that would have been nice to know.



Apr 21 2014

Misfortune and Opportunity by TeraS and DC Sensai

A while ago I shared a story about a dear friend who calls himself DC… You can find that story here on the Tale, which I think is one of my best really… But what wasn’t told was just how it was that the Queen of the Succubi and DC met. With the help of DC, here’s that story …


Misfortune and Opportunity
By TeraS and DC Sensai


It’s often been said that misfortune and opportunity go hand in hand. Sometimes the proverb is meant as a way to build oneself up from being thrown asunder. But, in application, misfortune can give one the opportunity, say, to use a camera in an RC helicopter to gain the advantage in renegotiating their insurance so one could move back to his lair in the Smoky Mountains.

It had been a few months since Doc Strangeglove, known as DC to his friends, had his first housewarming visit from his friend Tera—who was, in fact, the only person that called him Doc. Since that event, the mind control device had backfired, as he knew it would, and he figured out how to help Ivana control most of her new urges.

Of course he would never take advantage of he. For one, he was a gentleman, and, secondly, it states several times in “the list” that in-house relationships usually lead to a downfall. However, in making “toys” to deal with Ivana’s new found urges, he created a new alloy that would get him back in the top ten “wanted” section of Justice magazine.

But this story isn’t about all of that. It’s about something much more important.

In the middle of packing up what they could—after all, moving companies for mad scientists were notoriously clumsy, and he didn’t want someone to get zapped accidentally by one of his inventions—the mad scientist and his brilliant assistant Ivana decided to take a break. The fact that one of the freak storms of the area had just picked up helped that decision along, mind you. As he rested on his couch, the one that had been with him since the days of Not Exactly Accepted Science College—from which he scored an A plus by the way—he commented: “It’s raining mauve paint and amish directories. This place has got to be the fourth weirdest place I have ever had the displeasure of being.”

Ivana, in the meantime, had managed to locate the one refrigerator that hadn’t been emptied, and had returned with a bottle of water for each of them … and an oar.

“Be careful with that, will you?”

Ivana sat herself beside him, looking at the oar with some confusion as she asked: “What is with this oar? You’ve told me that it’s one of your prized possessions, but you’ve never told the story why that is.” DC rolled his eyes as Ivana continued on: “I know it says ‘prize bludgeoning oar’ on it and you got it from an evil genius symposium, but why do you claim it’s so valuable to you? It’s just a big piece of oddly shaped wood, isn’t it?”

He sighed and began: “Well, that goes back a little while. You see, I had to shut the compound down because of a new guy I had hired, long before we met, who mistook a genetic reactor for a microwave. He put a homemade plate of calamari, with a fruit reduction mind you, and a fruit bat into it.”

Ivana’s answer to that was one arched eyebrow as she cracked open her bottle of water and waited for him to continue.

“So, as a result, that was all combined into an abomination that had the oddest taste for milk chocolate and steak. No, I don’t know why. Regardless, when something like that happens, the compound is sealed up and the only ones allowed in are some Venezuelan soldiers of fortune hired to ‘clean up’ … so to speak.”

She pointed a finger at him: “You’d better make sure that doesn’t happen with me around. Seriously. I don’t have a thing for tentacles.”

“Neither do I. Moving on with the story: as you well know, the cover for the main base is that it’s a vacation spot that I rent out for extra income and to make the place look respectable.”

Ivana choked a bit on her water, but didn’t comment further.

“It was a quiet time of the year, the place was deserted save for a group of what I thought were hippy larpers, so I thought nothing was amiss. I should have known something was up when they made comments like ‘Actually, you’ll be the one paying when it’s check-out time’ but I was trying to figure out a way to turn cheese whiz into gold and really wasn’t totally paying attention.”

Again, Ivana choked a bit on her water, but didn’t comment.

He waved his hands around as he continued to tell the story: “Suddenly, a storm started up and I turned on the TV to find out just how bad it was going to be. The news report said that six or seven different odd phenomena, depending on whether you thought that ball lightning was odd or not, had converged on a single point. I was worried when I saw that the satellite image of the storm was right over the lab. I looked out the window of the resort office and saw that there was a funnel cloud, in reverse, right over top of that cabin I had rented to those guys because they insisted on it.”

Ivana shook her head: “And this is why we do background checks.”

He looked at her: “I said this was a long time ago. Couldn’t type someone’s name and get all of the information on them there is then.”

She waved her hand and didn’t comment … again.

He continued: “I was rather perturbed, and needed to know what they were up to. I grabbed the nearest thing I had in the office …”

He paused and then reached over to where the oar was and took it into his hands carefully: “… this oar. Then I marched down to the cabin to see what was going on and deal with them.”

Ivana blinked … once. “You are no henchman; why did you do that?”

He shrugged: “Union rules. They were having a … oh, what did they call it? … ‘professional development day?’ Personally, I think they were all off playing cards and getting drunk.”

Ivana didn’t comment. Better that she didn’t mess with the union.

“So I went down to break up whatever it was that they were doing. I kicked in the door and yelled out: “It’s check-out time!”

He looked at the oar again: “And that was the first time I laid eyes on her …

“… The storm raged outside of the door as I stood framed in the doorway and regarded what was going on there in front of me. To my right, the group that had rented the cabin were arguing with each other, which drew my attention.

‘It’s me!’

‘No, me!’

‘I figured all of this out. She’s mine!’

“Well, the first thing I wondered was, ‘Who’s she?’ That’s when I saw the summoning circle to my left. I had, at one point, thought about trying magic instead of science, but found that I had better luck with science. Still, I did recognize that it was a summoning circle … but an odd one.

“The runic circles they had drawn didn’t make much sense. While the first sealing circle was in sandskrit runes, the other two were in Tolkien Elvish … and Klingon. It was obvious that they didn’t really have a clue about what they were doing and had lucked out in their summoning.

‘I do not belong to any of you … period.’

“The voice that spoke those words was not exactly what one might call happy. It was sultry, very much so, but there was a dangerous edge to it. I raised my eyes away from the circle, and it was then that I saw who was in the circle.

“It was a tall, raven haired woman with a pair of small red horns in her wild mane … stunningly beautiful, lovely green eyes … and not at all happy. I could tell that much from the tone of her voice, but more so from the way her long, red, heart-tipped tail was arced over her left shoulder. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her green eyes seemed to be warning that, when she got free, she was going to do some very evil things to the others in the room.

“She looked at me out of the corner of her eye: ‘Please leave. I will not hurt innocents.’ She looked back at the ones who had trapped her: ‘But I will make an exception for all of you, of course.’

“She gathered her power, and a wall of white hot light began to push at the barrier that surrounded her. It was blinding! I needed to cover my eyes as the light grew brighter and brighter, all while the storm raged to new heights outside of the door.

“When the light faded, she was still held in the circle, the three across from her were now looking at me, as well.

‘Maybe we have to do a sacrifice, too?’

‘Go get your knife.’

“At this point, I noticed two things. One, that the group I thought were harmless weren’t. The other thing was the reaction of the woman in the circle: ‘If you touch him, I will end you.’

“This didn’t sit right with what I knew about beings from other planes, specifically ones with horns and tails. She had told me to leave, that she would not harm an innocent. But it was the look in her eyes when they had threatened me. She took that very personally. So much so that I wondered what she was, exactly.

“There was only one way to find out. I edged toward her, the oar in my hands to protect himself from them. When I was within an oar’s length of her, I looked at her: ‘Please try not to make too much of a mess. The normal cleaners won’t be back till Monday.’

“The smile she gave me at those words sealed the deal, and, with a flick of my wrist, I broke the barrier of the circle and it flashed away into nothingness. The storm … just … wasn’t. The group were frozen and looking scared. It was deathly quiet for the longest, stillest moment, and then the quiet was broken by her voice: ‘Promise.’”

He was looking at the oar as he remembered that moment while Ivana just looked at him: “That’s how you met Tera?”

He looked at her: “How do you know it’s her?”

She rolled her eyes: “Raven hair? Red horns and tail? Seriously?”

He chuckled: “Needless to say, those ruffians learned three things. Don’t mess with powers you do not understand, don’t do rituals under the nose of a mad scientist … and how well a pitchfork can fit up certain orifices of the body.”

Ivana didn’t comment … really, there was no point … though she squirmed a bit where she rested on the couch while he resumed his story.

“I had retreated outside of the cabin, closing the door behind me as I did so. There was the occasional flash of light that poured out the windows of the cabin as … whoever-she-was … took care of the idiots inside. I then heard the door open, and I looked around the corner of the cabin to see her walk outside and look for me.

“She looked tired. Her eyes were half closed, her right hand holding onto the doorframe as she found me standing there. Then she took a deep breath: ‘Are you alright?’

“’I’m fine,’ I answered. ‘Are you?’

“She paused, her hand slipping from where it held onto the doorframe: ‘No, I think not.’ That point was punctuated when she fell to the ground in front of the cabin. I reached her a moment later.

“By the time she woke up, I had moved her to the bedroom, and left her alone. She tried to sit up, but her head spun around and she fell back onto the sheets. She told me later that, if nothing else, this would teach her that brute force was not the way to get out of a bad situation. A smile came to her when she told me that it was exactly what her mother had told her before.

“Anyway, this was when I knocked on the door: ‘Can I come in?’


“I opened the door and stood there with a small cart. I averted my eyes from the room as I asked: ‘Can I assume you’re decent?’

“She laughed a bit: ‘If you mean “Am I dressed?” Yes, I am. It’s quite safe for you to enter.’

I pushed the cart into the room, leaving the door open as I did so. ‘Can I offer you something? I haven’t much to share right now, the staff is all away.’

‘I wouldn’t want to be a bother.’

“Her voice was lovely and concerned as I chuckled: ‘You’re not.’ Then I offered her a small plate of cookies: ‘My niece is with the Girl Guides. They had their cookie drive this past week. I had to buy a truckload of cookies.’

“She tilted her head to the right: ‘A … truckload?’

“I shrugged: ‘She’s very persuasive. Her brother has a paper route. He’s even more so.’

“She smiled while she nibbled on one of the cookies and mumbled: ‘It’s nice to have family.’

“I nodded and we both ate our cookies in silence for a time, until I said, ‘I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Doc Strangeglove. Friends call me DC.’

“She took another cookie and tapped it against her lips, as if in thought: ‘Then I think we have a problem.’


“She smiled: “I do not, as a rule, call others by anything other than their first name. So, if you don’t mind, I will call you Doc.’

“I raised a cookie to her: ‘Absolutely. It would be an honour.’

“She smiled as she told me: ‘My name is Tera.’

‘Nice name. Oddly, it suits you.’

‘How so?’

“Now it was my turn to smile: ‘Not sure, exactly. Just does.’

“Her tail rose in the air behind her, the tip of it seeming to look directly at me as she asked, ‘Ever watch “Casablanca”?’

“I was intrigued: ‘Been a while. Why?’

“She moved the covers to the side and settled in beside me, taking a bite of the cookie as she did so: ‘I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship.’”

Ivana was looking at him. Just looking and saying nothing.

“What? She had been through an ordeal, and I would never take advantage of someone like that, and I had just bought a huge order of those cookies. I couldn’t finish them all by myself!”

Ivana rolled her eyes, but didn’t say a word. His ability to eat cookies was legendary. So was his putting hot sauce on them, but she didn’t comment about that either. She knew better.

“Tera stayed for two weeks. She often asked me to let her know if she was in the way or a problem, but everything went fine. At least it did until she came a bit too close to a fortunately no-longer-needed piece of equipment in the lab and it exploded in a shower of sparks. That was the beginning of operation ‘Keep Tera away from the Lab!’

“It was one evening when we were sitting on the back porch of one of the other cabins—Tera never went back into the one where she first appeared. Not ever.

“She asked me, ‘It’s nice to have friends, isn’t it?’

“I looked at her: ‘If only for a little while.’

“She turned to me: ‘How do you mean?’

‘I know you have to leave, that you have a Realm to look after and other places to be. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a great time with you.’

“She held a cookie up: ‘Cookies do that. I don’t get the hot sauce, though.’

‘Don’t change the subject, Tera.’

“She put the cookie in her mouth and chewed on it, allowing me to continue: ‘I don’t have a lot of people that I call friends. It comes with who I am, after all.’

“She swallowed: ‘Who you are is a good man, Doc. I knew that from the moment I met you.’

“I guess I allowed a small smile: ‘Yeah, well, I knew that too.’

“She leaned against me, looking up at the stars: ‘It’s better to have friends for always.’

“I looked up as well, a shooting star, hopefully not a crashing satellite going overhead, a silent wish in my thoughts: ‘It is.’

“Tera replied, seeing the star above and making her own wish: ‘It is.’”

Ivana watched him as he looked at the oar, the memories flooding up in him as he did so.

“We made a promise to each other to keep in touch, and she left the following morning, taking about twenty boxes of cookies with her when she did. My niece is thrilled to have a Queen buy cookies from her every year, too.”

He then put the oar into a large wooden box marked “Treat with care or else!”

Ivana asked: “How do you and Tera keep in touch? Some kind of talisman she left or some mystical orb you searched for?”

He looked at her in bemusement, a trick that Tera had shown him: “No, we use Twitter.”

She shook her head: “Of course. I should have realized.”

He smiled and turned towards the seemingly endless packing: “That’s why the oar is precious to me. I used it to help my friend, and we have been there for each other. To listen to each other and be there when we needed each other. Some may call her ‘Queen,’ others their nightmares or fantasies incarnate, depending on who they are. She can be anything to anyone, but to me I am honoured to call her ‘My dear friend.’”

As the two returned to their packing, the room fell quiet. The air was still, until there was a puff of cherry-scented smoke in the room and a slim figure with raven hair, red horns, and tail appeared beside the box that held the oar. Her hand touched the oar, gently. She smiled before closing the box and then she left as she had arrived, knowing that her friend … knew.


Apr 20 2014

A Review of Dominated by a Demoness by John Dylena

Dominated by a Demoness by John Dylena

Dominated by a Demoness by John Dylena

Not all Succubi are the same… obviously. They have their own personalities and in that comes their own view of how they see others. For some it is a question of simply being dominant and in being so, taking control of others and bending them to their will.

That in itself is an interesting story. The question that needs to be asked is not so much about them as the one that summons them and for what purpose… and what the Succubus does about that. But sometimes one character can take away from that idea…

It tells the story of:

Whenever Amy, Chris’ incredibly hot neighbor, would come by his apartment, he couldn’t say no to her. No matter how aggressive and dominant she got. But after a hot night of pegging at Amy’s mercy, Chris realized something had to be done. He thought he found an answer in an old book of spells; an incubus bound to his will. Instead he mistakenly summoned a succubus, who decided to bend Chris to her will.

Amy uses Chris and has for some time in many ways. Chris comes into possession of a book and attempts to summon an Incubus, but instead calls a Succubus who decides that the best thing is to take him, have her way with him and then… things go from there.

Overall it is an interesting story which has a “beware of what you wish for” vibe to it. The way Chris comes into possession of the book is quite well done and I liked that part of the story very much.

When the Succubus Iotonna appears, she’s very much a Domme and in being so takes control of Chris, his life, and bends him to her will. All of that is well done and quite hot. When Amy is taken into Iotonna’s clutches, that also is well done, the mind control aspect is quite good too.

Iotonna herself is not quite stereotypical, though her actions at times are somewhat cruel and overpowering. That is, of course, her personality, but considering the other Succubi this author has written about, she’s… different. It’s not in a bad way, but it is different. Perhaps the best way to look at Iotonna is that she’s a different facet of the Succubi universe this author has created and in doing so we see another part of that world from her perspective.

The one character that I didn’t enjoy was Amy. I don’t care for cruelness and she was very much that in this story. This was necessary in order to drive Chris towards finding the book and summoning Iotonna, I understand that. But for me the scenes at the beginning of the story when Amy was acting out of spite and revenge… didn’t quite sit well with me. It was for story I know, but I was uncomfortable with that part.

Once that was past, the rest of the story I found well written and I enjoyed the transformation scenes, which the author always does well. But that first part of the story kept me from really enjoying the work as a whole.

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

The story itself is interesting in the creation of the situation Chris finds himself in and what comes into his possession to do something about it. The problem I mainly have is with Amy She did nothing for me and in that comes the problem.



Apr 19 2014

Which Succubus YouTube is better?

I found two YouTube videos of a Succubus that I don’t recognize. Now, part of this post is to ask if anyone knows wether she appears in a videogame or something similar and the other part is to figure out which version of her is the better one…

The first video:

And here is a link if it doesn’t appear here on the Tale:


And the second:

And, again, here is a link if it doesn’t appear here on the Tale:


Now one of them is rather darker than the other not just in the lighting, but also what she looks like in the video, so, for me at least, I don’t care for the second video as much as I do for the first one really. I will say that I don’t care for the glowing red eyes as well, but she does have a tail and horns which are important to me. The interesting this is that her wings are quite good as well and match her outfit well too…

Succubus Screenshot

But overly dark Succubi really don’t do a lot for me…



Apr 18 2014

A Review of Catch a Succubus by J.R. Bowles

Catch a Succubus by J.R. Bowles

Catch a Succubus by J.R. Bowles

Succubi are, in many stories about them, beings of both sexuality, but also horror. The thing about that is, if one overpowers the other, the story can suffer for that.

Still more worrisome is if another character, or characters, become what you remember about a story when the end comes… that can make the best of Succubi, or the worst of them, meaningless…

Nothing should ever be that. Regardless of the meaning or reason behind that purpose. But that happens in real life, it happens in stories and when it does… It does cause more than pain.

  • Title: Catch a Succubus
  • Author: J.R. Bowles
  • Publishing Date: April 3, 2012
  • Length: 296 Pages
  • ASIN: B007R9G9DY
  • This work at Amazon.com

The story is described as:

Daniel has just turned seventeen but he still hasn’t hit puberty. He is only five feet tall, no body hair and pudgy. He and his buddy, Jimmy, have one last game on the Ouija Board before he moves away to an odd country house owned by a new stepfather.

Daniel’s mother Kelli, has married Duncan Osborne, a high school football coach who has taken an interest in his overly indulged new stepson.

Daniel despises his new “shit-for-brains” stepfather, mentally accusing him of abuse.

One night Daniel awakens to someone in his room and is propelled into a fast paced sexual paranormal escapade, accelerating him into puberty.

His friend Jimmy comes to spend a few days with him and they soon get caught up in the most confusing adventure either one of them could have imagined.

Overall, I found this a difficult story to read for several reasons, but the main one was Daniel’s stepfather. I don’t like the type of character he is, which is a crass, mean, and truly ugly person. While that is important to the overall story to a point, the difficulty for me is that he takes over most of the book and overpowers the rest of the characters.

That’s a huge problem as Daniel, his mother, and most of all the Succubi that appear just haven’t the same strength of character in them in comparison with him. I found myself remembering things he did through the story and the rest wasn’t as memorable. There wasn’t a lot of character development to see in the story either, which again is a problem for me personally.

Setting that aside, the appearance of the Succubi in this story is very much towards the horror aspects of what they appear to be which does, as it becomes more pronounced in the story, become somewhat stereotypical really. I didn’t care for her much, and while through her just about every major sexual possibility is touched on, it seemed to be more for titillation than to actually make a point in the story.

There is a good deal of violence and uncomfortable situations in this work and they are paired with moments of sex that, occasionally, are more than you would expect from a story like this.

One other thing makes me a bit squeamish about this work and that is the main character, as it is clearly stated in the summary, is seventeen years old. That makes this work even less a story that I enjoyed and I wonder why having Daniel be seventeen and not eighteen was so important to the story as a whole.

In the context of the story his age isn’t important, but as a matter of being able to actually read the story and not have that thought in the back of the reader’s mind? I think that some accommodation would have been nice.

One last point. The ending of the story was abrupt and it didn’t really fit well with the story. I also found that where it ended just made the accomplishment of finishing the work be less so. I found that whatever promise the story had at that point was completely ruined and that, that really hurt my opinion of it.

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

Well written, lots of atmosphere and story, but that’s not nearly enough. The problem is that the stepfather gets in the way of the story and that’s where things come apart. I think the author could have just as well gotten rid of him and the story would have been almost exactly the same.