Aug 04 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 446

A slightly different piece of Succubi art this week on the Tale. There must be, somewhere and somehow, those Succubi who are warriors of one kind or another. I found a piece of art that suggests this particular succubus is some kind of warrior, but along with that, comes the realization that she is also, fully a succubus as well. Something that such art of Succubi warriors does not often show…

Succubus 3 by 상원

Succubus 3 by 상원

This work is called Succubus 3 and is by an artist on Pixiv. You can find the original page with this art here.

I find her quite interesting in many ways, not the least of which is the force of her character here. She has such a self-assured look in her eyes, how she is brandishing her weapon, the pose she is holding all seem to suggest that she’s quite good at what she does and she knows this well.

But also, the clothing she wears is unashamedly seductive and sexual in nature and that adds that little bit of personality to her that says she is a succubus first, all else second. I wonder what her name is, would have to be something quite strong in tone I would think, but whispering her seductiveness as well…

I really do need to think about a story here to match this art in some small way…



Aug 03 2016

Not as much Hot Stuff as Questionable Stuff really…

Hot Stuff Devil CostumeOnce again costume designers tempt me with a shiny costume assuming that, if there is enough shiny, I will ignore the trashy or. what happens more often, the overall mediocre look. It cannot be that hard to make a costume look sexy and have it be shiny as well can it?

This is called the Hot Stuff Devil Costume and it comes with the red sequin dress that has an attached mesh cape, the belt, a pair of red sequin horns and the sequin pitchfork that I dislike above all other lousy looking pitchforks…

The shoes are not included, nor is a tail, and this sells for about $80 US.

There is so much to dislike here really. The cape does nothing for me, the pitchfork is lousy. I don’t particularly like the dress’ hem at all, not because of how short it is, but rather that it doesn’t quite look right being a flame-like cut. The horns at least match the sequins of the dress, which is something. I also do not like that collar, it looks… unfinished… for some reason.

I suppose, given no other choice mind you, I would remove the cape and that collar to reduce the tacky to a minimum, find a better pitchfork, and see if that belt really is needed. The dress itself? Nothing really can be done about that… But perhaps there is an idea in here somewhere to think about… One never know really…

I’ll give this two pitchforks out of five.

There’s a thought in there somewhere, but it doesn’t quite bring out the seductive…



Aug 02 2016

A Review of In Search Of Her Demon by Jessica Stone

In Search Of Her Demon by Jessica Stone

In Search Of Her Demon by Jessica Stone

It’s interesting to read a story in which there are two willful, dominate personalities confronting each other. That’s not to say they come to blows however. Pitting a woman of sexual needs against an incubus with his own demands and lusts leads to what could be something more than just the sex itself. Really that’s the interesting part. The teasing, the need that builds, and what happens to the characters when one, or both breaks, if they ever do.

To play with fire, one can be burned. Whether through being careless or being aloof of the danger, the danger is there. In the end, one can tame it, be consumed by it, or neither. Sometimes all three happen.

  • Title: In Search Of Her Demon
  • Author: Jessica Stone
  • Length: 16 Pages
  • ASIN: B00QUQ62NC
  • Publishing Date: December 10, 2014
  • This work at

The story is about:

Galenia has never, ever been satisfied by a mortal man… not even once! They are weak, frail creatures not fit to lick her boots… let alone anything else.

She has heard, however, that there is a demon in the forest- a demon that lurks in women’s dreams, bringing them to unimaginable heights of pleasure. She sets off to find this demon and make it serve her… but will she end up succumbing to the demon’s powers and serving it instead?

Galenia finds men boring. She simply cannot find her needs satisfied, her wants met. But the tale of the incubus calls out to her and she seeks one out. A game begins, one she thinks she can win, for what is an incubus but a horny man? The truth is something quite different.

Overall, the story tends to be mainly focused on the two characters teasing each other over and over again. Much of that is really well told, the innuendo, the toying, the taking of each character to the edge in who is dominating whom works really well. There’s a building up of tension, sexual and otherwise, that fits and I liked that very much.

There’s a good deal of time with Galenia describing the incubus, her thoughts about him and her reactions to his overt sexual approaches. The battle within herself, trying to keep teasing, because she can, I did like. If she wasn’t said to be mortal, she would be very much a succubus-like character as a whole.

The incubus, who is never named, but is described over and over again in great detail is not so much a character as a force of sexual nature. There are glimmers of something more, but that’s not really explored for the sake of the story getting to the point where he dominates Galenia. With all that is told in his home, what he does, and says, that’s a shame. Just giving his name would have helped, but then he never learns Galenia name either.

The erotica is very much male dominated, Galenia is used in various ways, mainly for his own needs, but there are some moments when she finally has some satisfaction. I’m not sure that’s enough reason for how the story concludes though. She’s very head strong, knows what she wants. I’m unsure if she ever really has that in the end.

The work needs at least one more editing pass, there are spelling mistakes and dialogue that just reads oddly. It would have been a much better story if the teasing would have continued, that both characters toyed with each other more. The sex isn’t as interesting as the teasing, which is saying something. It’s a shame that the author never continued this series, never expanded on the characters and never took the story further than they did.

Sex alone isn’t a story. The balance is there, and it tells a story that is interesting, if at times it’s difficult to like Galenia or the incubus all that much. There’s history in the characters, there’s a connection, if a tenuous and needful one. But there’s seemingly a lack of a future as things end and that’s a shame.

Two and a half out of five pitchforks.

This was supposed to be the first in a series, but that series never came to be. I wish there was more here than just the sex, but really there isn’t. It’s a shame, there could have been more. There is story, and Galenia’s is a good one. But giving the incubus so much character and never given him a name leaves something missing.



Aug 02 2016

A Review of Blood Immoral by Astrid Cooper

Blood Immoral by Astrid Cooper

Blood Immoral by Astrid Cooper

There comes a point in a story where something is revealed about a character which matters. Whether that is their beliefs, expectations, or simply the humanity inside of themselves that they aren’t supposed to have, it matters. Telling that story, explaining not just they why but the what comes next matters.

It’s very difficult to take that reason and build upon it within the pages of a story when there’s little time to do so. There is such as thing as having too much action, or too much going on, that burns sense away and leaves only reaction. Sometimes taking a breath tells more of a story than sucking wind… or something else.

The story is about:

In Adelaide, the city of churches, it’s the night of the hunter’s moon and the Blood-kin venture out to play. But things aren’t what they seem. Mirrazan is caught in a deadly confrontation with Ric, the cop, and a band of rogue vamps. Things can’t get any worse. Wrong! Ric is not the man he appears to be, and the Law of Blood Immoral has been broken. So what starts out as a pleasant night of carousing, turns to dark and dangerous and the game of seduction takes on a whole new meaning of deadly when succubus and cat-shifter lock hearts, souls and bodies in the duel of love… All hell breaks loose.

Mirrazan is not like the other succubi around her in one very important way. An encounter with a human turned vampire, a police officer who isn’t what he seems, turns to a path unexpected for all involved and those around them.

Mirrazan is interesting as a succubus in that she isn’t portrayed as being unfeeling or aloof. She has a soul, she regrets many things in her life and wants something more. That creates a character that one wants to see succeed in their quest to be more.

The thing about this work is that promise, the idea of where this story would go doesn’t really get developed very far. There’s more focus put on action than on development. There’s more time spent on the erotica than the characters really telling their stories. It reads very much like the opening chapters of a novel and being so there’s something missing.

There are hints about the world Mirrazan lives in, what happens in it. There are a number of minot characters introduced, a threat to them offered, but that isn’t paid off in the story. Really it can’t be for how short this work is. The time taken to put the two main characters together was good, and made sense, but once the action started, the need to run came into play, there wasn’t time for anything else.

Even when they stopped and paused, they really didn’t. The story moved immediately onto a short hot flash which added another layer of complexity to the story. That did make things more interesting, allowed for the story to branch off and become something more. Instead the author wrote a short conclusion and then ended the story right about the time when the next chapter should have started.

The author would have been better served to take more time to set up Mirrazan’s past, her world, more than she did. To allow for the threat to mean something more than being a shadow and nothing more directly than that. There is a secret that does come out eventually, but when it does that just serves to take Ric, who I did like, and make him unlikable in an instant. The twist wasn’t needed as for Mirrazan, her wishes seemed to be answered. They should have been, all things considered.

While i liked the beginning of the work, how it was written, and how things were presented, once the action started the writing turned away from telling the story into showing the story and that showing was like watching a movie and fast forwarding through it. Comprehension was lost to flash and that is never a good thing.

Three out of five pitchforks.

As the beginning of a novel, this would work really well, but as things are it just seems to be lacking focus, intent, and something more than a moment of sex between two characters that are a bit insufferable with themselves at times. Rushing through the scenes just leaves a lot in the dust.



Aug 01 2016

Comfort Zones By TeraS

I was exchanging emails with a dear friend of mine the other night. He shared a story with me, where a certain Queen of the Succubi made an appearance. Something he said struck me as interesting: “I always like how Tera helps her succubi move out of their comfort zones.” That made me ponder a story, one that is all about …


Comfort Zones
By TeraS


Just about every name prompts a certain mental picture for people. For example, the name Tera immediately brings up the image of a certain Queen of the Succubi with red horns in her raven hair, lovely oh-so-green eyes, and a bemused smile. The image is expected, familiar, almost … magical … in a way.

There are names which, when spoken, paint a picture of someone who is sexy, who has delicious curves and a personality that’s willing to do just about anything, sexual or otherwise. Her name was one of those, and Bianca really didn’t care for it all that much. That particular name was one that many humans—and, for that matter, quite a few in the Realm—connected with a certain latex loving redheaded human who was very popular. Bianca the succubi didn’t really mind her. The problem came, at least in her mind, with the comparisons that would be made between the two of them, even if that didn’t happen except in her mind.

She had a little glossy picture of her namesake stuck to the corner of her bedroom mirror, something she looked at every morning, something which she compared herself against.

Red hair? No, the Bianca of the Realm was a platinum blonde.

Shapely? No, not even close.

Latex? She’d never liked the stuff, much preferring a nice cashmere sweater and yoga pants over anything else.

There was one thing however that they both did have: lovely, deep, hazel eyes.

There was one thing that she did have that her human namesake didn’t have: horns and a tail, white ones. Our dear Bianca was a white-tailed succubi of the Realm and she loved being so. She adored books, spending hours upon hours reading them. The best part of her day was humming happily as she worked her way through the Realm archives within the Library. Bianca’s happiest moment was when she came upon a book, or a scroll, or some other little piece of wisdom that hadn’t been seen by anyone in Tera-knows-how-long.

Bianca was a florist, not a librarían … though the idea had its temptations, not the least of which was the little fantasy that she didn’t tell anyone about. The one where she was called into the Library to pay a late fee and Tera was the one to be collecting on it. It was the source of many a night’s self-pleasure, with or without her tail being involved.

When she found the card in her mailbox, the one that said she had a book overdue, and there was a fine to be paid, she pinched herself to be sure she wasn’t dreaming. Then she poured a bucket of cold water over herself, and then, to be absolutely sure it wasn’t a dream, she licked the tip of her tail. Upon coming back down from the orgasm, not much more than a puddle on her living room floor, Bianca decided that the note was real.

Thus Bianca found herself in Tera’s office in the Library, a thin book clutched in her hands and very nervous. She was so out of sorts that her hair was a mess, her yoga pants crumpled, and her sweater far too long for her arms. In other words she was a mess and dreading what Tera was going to do to her.

The book was, after all, almost a century overdue.

Holding the volume against her chest, she shook her head and wondered why she’d even taken the darn thing out in the first place … or why she kept reading it over and over … or the hold it had on her. She couldn’t possibly do what the book suggested, it wasn’t her. The entire idea was so far out of her comfort zone anyway.

“Hello, Bianca; it’s lovely to see you!”

Tera’s warm hug was such a surprise that the florist lost her hold on the book and it fell to the office floor with a loud thud that sounded like a thunderclap. Before she could scramble to pick it up, the Head Librarian had collected it and was looking at the cover.

“Um … Hi, Tera … um … Look, I’m sorry about the book being late. I know I should have returned it sooner.”

Tera’s answer was a non-committal “Uh-huh” as she started leafing through the pages. As she did so, Bianca found herself the target of Tera’s so-green eyes, flickering from the book to her and back again.

“I mean, there’s no reason for me to have that book anyway. There’s a lot of other succubi that should have it. I’m sure it would do a lot more for them.”

The red-tail turned a page, tilted her head to the right … and then the one thing that Bianca feared most of all happened. Her Majesty had a bemused smile as she said: “I see.”

The shiver that passed from the tip of the borrower’s tail to her clit and then up through her horns made her nibble her lip: “So … What’s the fine?”

Tera snapped the book closed and that bemused smile turned. Bianca had heard tales of a particular smile that the Succubi Queen had when she was going to do something that amused her. Cupping her hands over her nose she sighed: “Oh, Tera … you wouldn’t.”

Handing the book back to her, the Queen replied: “Oh yes. I would.”

Straightening up, Bianca glared back: “No! You wouldn’t.”

Less than an hour later, Bianca found herself sitting in a dressing room, Tera fussing with her hair while she still didn’t believe her monarch was going to do this to her.

“So. I think we’ll put waves and curls into your hair and …”

“No, Tera; not going to.”

The irresistible brunette placed her hands on Bianca’s shoulders and looked into the mirror: “Sweetheart, you picked the book. You kept it for so long. You can probably recite every page in the book, can’t you?”

“Has nothing to do with it.”

Tera nuzzled her lips into the white-tail’s platinum hair and she shivered: “Gawd … Tera … Please …”

“It has everything to do with it. You are a wonderful person. You are amazing at what you do. But you have a dream that you can’t bring yourself to try.”

“I’m going to look stupid.”

“You’re going to look amazing.”

“I’m going to make a fool of myself.”

“You’re going to have them eating out of your hand.”

“Tera … I’m scared.”

“I know.”

Bianca looked in the mirror, then her eyes fell upon the book which was lying on the countertop: “Everyone will know it’s me. I’m not …”


She sighed: “Yeah; haven’t got the cleavage, the looks, or the style.”

Tera turned the chair around so Bianca was looking directly into her eyes: “You aren’t her. So you do your own thing. Start in your comfort zone and … see where that takes you.”

A sigh … a long one … then the wallflower floral expert asked: “Does it have to be latex?”

Tera smiled.

The stage was illuminated with a single spotlight. The rest was darkness. The surrounding room was also bathed in shadow, keeping those watching the stage hidden from view. As she looked out from behind the red curtains, Bianca was thankful for that. If she couldn’t see who was looking, then things might not be so bad. The music starting was her cue: a slow-beat tempo with a deep bass line that made her shiver. A deep breath, and she made her way into the spotlight.

Tera said to start with her comfort zone, and so she appeared under the spotlight dressed in her yoga pants and too long sweater from her meeting with Tera. A pair of horn rimmed glasses was perched on her nose and a scrunchie held her long hair in a ponytail. The only thing that was different, at least that could be seen, was the pair of clear plastic six-inch high stripper heels that adorned her.

The pole awaited her and the lessons in the book came to mind—the book about pole dancing and stripping, the book that made her wet with the thought of her fantasy of being a stripper, a really good one. She didn’t hear the reaction from the audience, the music being so loud and the light so bright that nothing came through to distract her. Two quick strides and her right hand found the pole, she starting to circle it with a meek little walk, something that suggested that she was new at this, a little meek, maybe even a little innocent.

Once around and her glasses were held in her free hand, her pink painted lips sucking on the stem she held. A careless toss of her hand and the glasses went sailing off into the darkness, probably to land on someone there. She didn’t dwell on that, she didn’t have time to. The book said to keep on with the show.

Stopping with her back against the pole, she started to roll the bottom of her sweater up slightly, revealing a firm tummy and cute little bellybutton. As she did so, her tail hooked into the waistband of her pants and started pulling them down, revealing that the good girl on the stage was wearing a red “G” string underneath the plain-looking yoga pants.

She let go of the sweater and it fell to below her waist, covering the bare skin and “G” string for but a moment before her hands started teasing her pants lower and lower. As the mid-point of her thighs appeared, something red—a stark contrast against the blue of the yoga pants—came into view. Leaning forwards, her eyes looking into the darkness where she knew everyone was watching, she left her pants pooled around her shoes.

Bianca had lovely, long legs, and the shiny red latex thigh high leggings that were painted onto them drew attention to them—or at least she hoped so; that little doubt in her mind was nagging at her. Pushing that aside, she stepped one impracticable heel out of the pool of material at her feet, then kicked her yoga pants away from the stage.

Her hands returned to the hem of her sweater, pulling it upwards again. The red “G” string appeared again; this time it was clear that was latex, as well. Rolling her hips, she strutted around the stage, tossing her ponytail as she did so. The good girl was becoming a little bit naughty.

Gathering the sweater just below her cleavage, she smiled, nibbled her lip, and then continued to draw it upwards. The bikini top that peeked into view was every bit as red and every bit as latex as the rest of her clothes. A wink came a moment before she pulled the sweater over her head and then gathered it over her cleavage which had been in view for the barest of moments.

Turning away from the audience, her back became the stage for her ponytail to swish, to distract as she pulled the sweater from her and tossed it away. Turning back, it was revealed that she was wearing fingerless red latex opera gloves as well.

The shy girl was more wanton now, more sure of herself. She half-strutted to the pole, taking another turn around it. As she did, the tip of her tail flicked at the scrunchie, shooing it away and allowing her hair to blossom into a cascade of curls and waves. Tera did say that would look good. Bianca, at that moment, wasn’t about to argue over that point again.

The discarding of that last bit of her good-girl image made a change in her posture and expression. The come-hither look she had been practising in the mirror lit up, and her walk on the stage came with the rolling of her hips, the thrusting of her cleavage, and a look in her eyes that called out how sure she was in her sexuality and power.

Bianca lost track of time then, her thoughts going to the pages of the book, playing out those moves and losing herself in them. The music played, not stopping once, and she didn’t care. This was her fantasy … or at least it was until the music started to fade out.

In a bit of a rush, she made love to the pole, rubbing it between her legs then deep into her cleavage. Ending with the pole against her back, she dropped to the stage, her legs wide, her lips in a moan, and her tail twined around the pole above her. She had her eyes closed as the music came to an end and she waited for the reaction. She had tried her best, hoped that it was sexy, better than just being plain Bianca.

The sound of one person clapping caused her to open her eyes in surprise. She must have done terribly if only one person was clapping. She was freeing her tail and getting ready to leave the stage when she heard something she’d never thought she would: “I want a lap dance.”

It wasn’t the words. It was the person who said it.

Looking into the darkness, a light came on, revealing Tera reclining on a chair and watching. Bianca’s breath caught as she realized that the tempting red-tail was dressed exactly as she was, right down to the heels.


“Mmhmm …”

Bianca looked into the dark: “Who else is here?”

“No one but us naughty succubi.”

The dampness in the white-tail’s sex came as a surprise and she moaned: “Oh gawd … I was such a …”

Tera crooked a finger: “… hot, sexy, seductive white-tail succubi that danced for her Queen and made her wet.”

The answer to that was a needful moan as Bianca crawled on the stage towards Tera, her beckoning smile and finger pulling her from the pole.

“I want you here, my tail twined with yours, and I want a kiss.”

Bianca’s legs were wobbling, but she focused on looking hot. Feeling hot wasn’t a problem as the brunette wanting her made the blonde cream. When she came within arm’s reach, Tera pulled Bianca in, drawing her to sit on her audience’s lap.

A lick and kiss from Tera against Bianca’s shapely neck made her squirm: “Tera …”

The red-tail drew her tongue away: “Yes?”

“You … You know you asked about my comfort zone?”

“Mmhmmm …”

She looked into Tera’s eyes: “Fuck my comfort zone. I want you.”

That dream that Bianca had? The one about having to pay a fine for her book being overdue?

That was nothing to what Tera did to her … and her comfort zone … over and over again.

Jul 31 2016

A Review of Aaron Burr: Necromancer by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

Aaron Burr: Necromancer by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

Aaron Burr: Necromancer by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

A review of the sixth work in the Succubus Apprentice series today on the Tale. You can find my review of the first work here, the second work here, the third work can be found here and the fourth work was reviewed here, with the prior review in the series reviewed here.

The thing about long series is that the characters have to develop. Change happens and in doing so, a lot of unexpected things comes to pass. That can be something as small as changing one’s attitude or something far more important like developing a shoe fetish. After all, there are such things as priorities, even if your life is on the line.

  • Title: Aaron Burr: Necromancer
  • Author: Dou7g and Amanda Lash
  • Length: 48 Pages
  • Publishing Date: July 15, 2016
  • This work at

The story tells of:

In the last book Amy the mage and Helen the apprentice succubus received a call from Lorelei the dark elf sorceress who was in a life and death struggle against a powerful necromancer, and getting the worst of it. Amy and Helen rush over to help…eventually. The necromancer reveals himself to be…Aaron Burr, the former vice president.

Some battles seem to go on forever. It feels like you keep banging your head against a wall and there’s nothing that happens. Calling a friend doesn’t seem to go anywhere. But there comes a point where the gang gets back together and things happen. Woe to the one that breaks a heel for that will bring about Hell on Earth.

One of the things that I have enjoyed the most in this series has been the intermixing of humour into the fights the characters get into. While there are some really serious moments along the way, that doesn’t take away from something the characters enjoy doing. They love taking little shots at each other, teasing, being on occasion a little bit silly. It’s a part of who they are and being there, adding to the characters themselves, is amazing.

As an aside, one of the most cute aspects of this comes from many of the female characters having a teeny bit of a shoe fetish. I can’t help but laughing when there’s talk of shoes and how there’s this moment of “hold on. shoes. more important.” that comes across no matter how bad things are. Priorities matter after all, and the women certainly have them well in hand.

This work in the series is a running fight scene in which a lot of things go wrong along the way. There’s tension, confusion, and a little bit of misdirection, all of which make what otherwise would have been a rather dry tale be so much more. The reveal about the “big bad” is deliciously apt, really it wasn’t what I expected, but it being who it is, makes a lot of sense and even the little tease of their past makes them a better opponent than they were in the prior work.

That’s the thing here most of all. The development of the characters, the little truths in the various relationships in the midst of battle were unexpected. It added so much and in doing so left some really important plots to be dealt with in a future book. Some of them, for some characters, will change them immensely.

I’m looking forward to where things go from here. The question of Kendra’s little teeny problem needs to be resolved and that’s just one of the many things going on. Every character has something, or someone, they need to comes to terms with. Shoes might not be the answer to everything, but if nothing else, they might keep some of the women from killing each other long enough to work out their differences.

Four and a half out of five.

I’ve missed the humour, the fun and the characters. To have a smile on every page is a wonderful thing and in this series, that’s always been there. The question is, what’s next and who is it going to happen to?

There are a few plot threads needing to be tied up, if not the characters themselves, and I dearly look forwards to seeing how that all works out.



Jul 31 2016

A Review of Lovably Dead by Lex Allen

Lovably Dead by Lex Allen

Lovably Dead by Lex Allen

The thing about anthologies is that they are, as a whole, somewhat uneven at times. That’s especially true when there isn’t quite a theme in the collection so much as there are a series of ideas. It’s a bit of a shame when the ideas are quite good and offer a lot of promise for a novel, but the author never managed to make that happen.

It is possible to mix erotica and horror, if it is done in the right way. Finding that way is, of course, the hardest thing to do. Doing that well can be a wonderful surprise when such a work is discovered.

The anthology contains the following works as described by this author:

  • Peripheral Vision – Have you ever noticed a movement, just there, from the corner of your eye; but, when you turned to see it more clearly, it was gone? Most people have, and everyone shrugs it off as their mind playing tricks on them. There’s nothing to worry about, nothing at all; or is there?
  • Doctor Gavin’s Patient – Among horror story characters and villains there are creatures that excite the sensual senses. These evil beings are sexier than vampires, cleaner and smarter than zombies and more human than werewolves, for one thing. Aside from that, I don’t think horror writers have given them the respect they deserve. (This work has a Succubus appearing as one of the characters)
  • Reapers – One of my favorite, best remembered axioms states, “I don’t know what I don’t know.” It kind of sums up the inexplicable; things that go bump in the night without apparent cause. People die and the examining doctors don’t always know why; they won’t admit it, but they really don’t know. What happens to a dead person’s soul? Is there really such a thing as a soul? Can it be bartered for, sold or stolen? Well, I don’t know what I don’t know, which makes this a possibility.
  • Black Converse – Won inclusion into a horror anthology that was never published a couple years ago, so I could hardly exclude the story here. I can’t recall the name of the story that triggered me to write this one, but it was long ago and far away; and, really, only one similar detail of that story comes through in this one. If you are a long time reader of horror stories, you might notice that one instance of similarity (at the very end).
  • The Solution – I know exactly where the idea for this story came from…Stephen King’s, “The Long Walk”; ‘nough said.
  • Lovably Dead – A writer friend made mention, a few months ago, of a publisher that was looking for unique zombie stories. She never got around to mentioning the publisher’s name and address, though. No harm done – I didn’t ask. I think you’ll find this one to be refreshingly unique. It’s a bit long in comparison to the others in this collection, but – hey, it’s the title story!

As usual with anthologies, I will comment on the succubus work and then the collection as a whole, giving a rating for the succubus story and the work overall.

Doctor Gavin has a problem, actually two of them. One is in his mind, the other is sitting in front of him. One he can’t get rid of, the other… well, she doesn’t want to leave without getting a little piece of him, or more.

What I liked the most about this short story is how there’s a real focus on Rory, the succubus of the work, being seductive. There’s no horror, no blood, nothing that takes away from her being a seductress, being a succubus and using her abilities to ensnare. There aren’t any horns or tail, mind you, but there’s a really well told succubus character that has one thing on her mind.

Beyond Rory, the other character in the work, who I shan’t name or reveal much of, is really a lot of fun, all things considered, and I would have liked to know a lot more about them than was revealed.

The thing about this story which makes me wonder is everything that isn’t told, vaguely hinted at. Who is Rory exactly? What is her past? There’s not a lot of time spent in the telling of that as the work quickly moves from introduction to seduction. That’s not a bad thing, it is done really well and I enjoyed the turns of phrase and Rory’s ensnaring tone and teasing. I just really would have liked to know more about her.

I could well see a novel written around Rory, about what happens to her. I’d love to see that, I think it would be an amazing read. But I will have to settle for this little taste and tease.

Four our of five pitchforks.

The balance of the works in the collection are all written quite well and tell some varied and interesting stories too. But like my thoughts about Rory’s story, there’s a real feeling when all is said and done that there’s more to be told.

I will admit that really only Rory’s story held me, the other themes were interesting, but not what I was looking for. But that doesn’t matter because the works themselves are captivating in their own ways, in their characters and more.

If there is one single thing to be taken from this collection, it is that the author needs to take these little pieces and build upon them. There’s a lot that could be done with these concepts, ideas and more.

For the work as a whole, I’ll give it three and a half out of five pitchforks.

Really all of the stories in this anthology could be made into novels should the author put their mind to doing so. I will admit to being biased, but Rory’s past, her story, would be something quite interesting to know, even if things end in the way they did here.