Feb 16 2012

Succubi.net – It’s ours at last…

It’s been one of our goals, that of myself and my Eternal, to someday manage to have a selection of certain domains that have Succubus or Succubi in them as the URL that you type… We have the dream that we might get the .com, .net, and .org domains if we can… both using Succubus or Succubi in them…

We started with Succubus.net

Then came Succubi.com

then Succubi.info

then as well came Succubi.ca and Succubus.ca in quick succession…

and just two days ago, we managed to add…

Succubi.net

It’s nice to have a dream come true…

Perhaps in time, the rest of the dream will be real too…

 

Tera

Feb 15 2012

A costume wig that a succubus wouldn’t be caught in

I wonder what the designers of this wig were thinking when they made it. I mean, it wasn’t enough that the wig looks lousy on its own, but they had to add really ugly horns to it.

But that wasn’t enough… No, they must have either had too much material laying around and needed to use it or someone sneezed while they were drawing the design…

Because honestly I can’t figure out a good reason for what this looks like…

Ugly Wig

It is a headrest? Rain shield? Maybe it’s a mystical barrier against birds?

The mind boggles while the stomach turns…

Why is it that overall people think that adding horns to anything red makes it sexy and devilish never mind Succubish…

Not even going to rate this nightmare…

It would cause too much pain and suffering…

 

Tera

Feb 14 2012

Valentine’s Day love from the Succubi Queen…

Today is of course Valentine’s Day and so this poem is for all those that are part of my online family…

Love you all no matter where you are,

No matter where you may go.

 

My love is with you and will always be,

But that I am sure that you know.

 

Love is special, that’s what we have shared,

And once shared never grows old.

 

You’re in my thoughts every day,

And in my mind wherever I go.

 

On Valentine’s Day, I’d like to once again say

I care more than you will ever truly know.

 

You make me smile, laugh and remember that,

Huggles and love are forever.

 

And they will be with our family,

evermore.

 

Love, huggles and kisses always…

 

Tera

Feb 13 2012

Storm Clouds 156 – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

Chapter 23 continues this week, I think this works but might need to play with this chapter more than I have…

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Storm Clouds 156

Chapter 21

By TeraS

 

The thing about the Dark was that it was too confident. It thought that it had all of the answers and that no one could oppose it.

That was almost true.

She could, and did . . . regularly.

It had become almost an obsession for her now. There were so few who would challenge the Dark when it appeared, and so it fell to her to do so. It wasn’t a chore or an imposition; it had to be done, and she had seen enough of the Dark and what it was capable of to know that the best thing to do was what she did: drive it mad with anger and make it stop thinking.

Losing the one portal did that. Then letting it stew in its anger had made it get involved intimately with mortals and their world. She wondered if, this time, it would actually learn something from the experience or not.

Making the portal vanish was child’s play for a being like her. If the Dark ever figured out just how powerful she was, it might actually pause to think twice about the plans it had against Tera and her kind.

Possibly.

The thought did make her smile as the portal showing the severed tail reappeared among all of the Dark’s other ones. She stood there for a time, tapping a single pink fingernail against the surface and trying to decide what would be the most unpleasant thing she might do.

She could destroy this portal—the thought had been there before—but she had her own plans, and, for those, this one portal needed to remain, at least for the moment, in spite of what it showed.

The tapping stopped as she placed that hand against the surface and whispered to the awful image that it showed, “It will not be long. Promise.”

And, unlike some beings, she kept her promises.

She turned away, coming to the decision that, for once, just this once, she was going to make the Dark know what it was to lose something valuable.

What followed was the sound of fingernails raking across portal after portal, each of which turned white against the darkness, throwing light into a place which despised it. She didn’t ruin every single one of them, but, when she was done, she had left the Dark but three portals.

She thought that she just might be able to hear the scream of anger from it from three universes away when it returned to see what she had done here, and that thought made her smile slightly.

She glanced once more at the portals that remained, satisfied that this would be a problem for it, that it would have to spend effort and time repairing the damage if it could, and that, thankfully, might give the others needed time to figure out what was happening and where.

As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t actually get involved in the battle or make choices for those involved. It was, after all, necessary that all beings make their own choices, no matter how wrong or ill-advised they might well be.

Still, she had one thing that the Dark didn’t have: trust. Trust in others, trust that they would make good choices, but, most of all, trust in that one person that saved her life so long ago and, in doing so, changed her own universe for the better.

She would always owe that person for that gift.

She passed into the ether, on her way to where she needed to be. If the Dark could get involved with mortals, she could as well … to a point. But first she needed to talk to someone who needed to understand that some paths were not worth following.

Following the path of one who owed the succubi—and Tera, in particular—her life … that was the most foolish thing that it had ever done.

And it would soon learn.

As for the Dark, possessing one of its pawns was distasteful. But there was little choice. That damnable creature had cost it its watch over the tail. The one thing that would, if its plans went to completion, cause the barriers to fall before it and thus have what it wanted most.

But having to deal with a corporal form? That was something that it did not enjoy in the slightest. Emotions, thoughts, images from this pawn were getting caught between its own thoughts and, as well, it knew that its own thoughts would be mixing the other way.

But the important thoughts, the ones that it needed for itself, those it kept under lock and key, or so the Dark would believe. The problem was, as it always was, that nothing is ever completely closed off when beings merge, even if only for a short time.

Fingerprints leave smudges, after all …

It took the Dark some time to return to where the tail was kept. The wards around the place made it impossible for someone to appear there without seeing the place first and entering at one specific spot. From the outside there were traps and obstacles that it knew would stop any magic user from getting close.

But this pawn was tuned to the place, and the wards would fall before it. Even so, the time … the time was taking far too long for the Dark’s liking.

And so time passed, the Dark fumed, and the universe turned …

 

 

Storm Clouds

Chapter 22

By TeraS

“I think I am.”

Tom looked behind him expecting to see Camilla there, and she was … sort of.

It was Camilla, but her tail and horns were grey instead of black and her hair had changed color from blonde to purple. Tom couldn’t stop the words that came out: “I liked the blonde and black better, Camilla.”

She smirked.

And Tom paused. He was pretty sure that Camilla didn’t smirk.

“It’s a long story, Tom, and right now we haven’t got the time.”

And that was wrong, as well. Camilla never called him “Tom.” Mary Ann tried to get away again, and Tom was forced into flipping her over, straddling her, and then locking her wrists together with handcuffs before sitting on her legs. Having some control of the situation, he looked at Camilla and said, “We’ve got the time. You want to let me in on why the style change? Got tired of your hair color or something?”

She ran her left hand through her hair, pulling on it slightly, “Okay, short version: I’m Camilla’s bad side; I’m a bitch; I’m nothing like her, and you don’t want to screw with me. That good enough for you?”

“I’m never going to understand this, am I?”

She smirked again, “Oh, I dunno … You’d make an interesting Incubi … I can put in a good word for you if you’re up for it.”

Tom shook his head: “Thanks, but I have enough issues with my life as it is. The universe isn’t what I knew it was, there are people—like you—who are legends, and I am supposed to deal with that. Oh yes, and I am acting under the command of the Queen of a race of beings that exist on sex and pleasure and I have no idea why I should be, but I’m doing it anyway.”

She nodded, “Tera does have her ways, doesn’t she? At least she isn’t using that pitchfork of hers on you. Mind you, some like that sort of thing…”

“So what do I call you? ‘Not Camilla’ or ‘Punkie Brewster’ or what?”

She leaned down so that they looked into each other’s eyes: “You really want to know who I am?”

Tom didn’t finch: “I trust Camilla. She’s proven herself. I don’t trust you.”

She nodded: “Good; backbone and will. I can see why Tera wants your help. You may call me ‘Nina.’”

“All right; ‘Nina’ it is. Tell me something, seriously: does every one of you have an ‘a’ at the end of your name?”

She laughed, “No … Just some of us do. Congratulations, Tom; you just endeared yourself to me. Camilla will be pleased to know that. Make sure you tell her when you see her again.”

The smirk vanished and she looked past Tom to Mary Ann on the floor beneath him, “You mind getting off her? She and I have … a past.”

“Good or bad?”

“I won’t kill her, at least, not just yet.”

“If I don’t?”

“Then I’ll have to move you, Tom. You don’t want me to, I promise you.”

Tom got up and moved to the side. Nina reached down and pulled Mary Ann to her knees by the handcuffs before grasping her chin. “Hello, bitch. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How long has it been?

The fear in Mary Ann only allowed a quiet whisper of an answer, “Babylon.”

“That’s right. As I remember it, you came into my temple and tried to turn my followers, didn’t you? You corrupted them from the top down and, in the end, you were responsible for how many deaths?”

“I don’t know.”

“I do. I remember them very well. You watched as they fought, four hundred eighty-six of them falling to your promises of riches that were hidden from them. And when it was over, what did they find inside the walls?”

“Nothing.”

“Why?”

Mary Ann closed her eyes, “Because everything they gave you, you returned to them … and more. You … you cared about the cattle and …”

Tom didn’t see Nina’s hand as it struck Mary Ann, sending her sprawling across the floor.

“They are not cattle, you worthless bitch! They are more than you will ever be or ever could be. You can’t understand that, can you?”

There was no answer, and Nina pulled her once again to her knees by the handcuffs: “Here’s the deal. You tell us what’s going on and who’s in charge, and I won’t kill you today. You lie to me, and I’ll start taking you apart one piece at a time …”

She extended her left hand and, to Tom’s shock, a silver sword appeared there, flames dancing along its blade. Tom thought he could hear the sword … growling?

She placed the edge against Mary Ann’s neck: “You know what this is. You know exactly what will happen if I strike you with it. Camilla wouldn’t; she follows the new ways. But I don’t. So make up your mind, right now, and tell me why you are here and what you have done to Ginger.”

Tom coughed, “Nina … You said you wouldn’t kill her.”

She didn’t look at Tom: “Oh, this won’t kill her. It will, however, take away what makes her special. What she is, she won’t be anymore.” A cruel smile appeared, “And since she is so enamored with being immortal …”

Mary Ann closed her eyes, “You are a fool. I serve powers greater than you. You’ll never leave this room alive if you harm me.”

“Oh I’ve already harmed you. Now I’ll cripple you …”

And she pulled the blade back and then swung it towards Mary Ann’s neck …

What happened next was something that Tom would never quite be able to explain.

The blade came down and struck on her right shoulder, then passed through her body and came out at her waist … leaving not a mark on her. Mary Ann still breathed, still was alive, but the look of disbelief in her eyes that she had been struck was matched by the satisfaction in the look that Nina had …

… and what the sword now held upon its blade.

Tom could clearly make out what looked like a twisted, ghostly image of Mary Ann’s form wrapped around the blade, with the flames licking against it and a silent scream of pain on the ghost’s face.

Nina didn’t look at Tom, she just held the sword in front of Mary Ann, “You have very little time, bitch. I’d say about three minutes before you aren’t immortal anymore. Maybe ten and you’ll start aging, and we both know what happens when you do.”

She looked at a clock on the wall, “Three minutes. Talk.”

Tom wanted to intervene. This was torture and he knew it. But he didn’t know what would either help or harm in the situation he found himself in. He didn’t expect that he would be able to disarm Nina, nor did he have any way to fix whatever Nina had done.

Tom hated being helpless … it reminded him of Beth and …

… he just turned away and kept his thoughts to himself.

To Mary Ann’s credit she held out for an entire minute. She just looked back at Nina, but when Nina drew a finger along the shaft of her sword and then licked a wisp of Nina’s ghostly form from her fingers, she caved in…

“Ginger is nothing. She was a convenient way to gain power. She didn’t care about anything save her own beauty and screwing her husband. It was child’s play to alter their minds and take him out of the picture.”

Tom heard this and asked, “What did you do?”

“I made him get involved with the mob, you asshole. I made sure that he was stupid about it. I saw to it that they would find out what he was doing, make him transfer everything to Ginger and then you so helpfully took him away, leaving Ginger to my tender mercies. Didn’t take a week and she was a hot little slut that would do anything for me to degrade her and …”

Nina interrupted, “Nice story. Now, how about why you did it in the first place?”

Mary Ann gritted her teeth, “I needed power.”

“Why?”

She didn’t answer that question. Tom had a thought, “You needed power for a purpose. You seem to have a past with Nina and her kind … is that why you needed this … power?”

The look she gave him spoke volumes.

Tom sighed, “Peachy: a war between omnipotent beings. I should have stayed in bed.”

Nina placed the point of the sword just in front of Mary Ann’s lips, “Who are you working for.”

“Give it back to me first!”

“No. You give me the information and I’ll give it back to you. Better hurry. You’re running out of time … rapidly.”

Mary Ann finally broke down and said in a whisper, “The Dark. It’s the Dark …” Then she screamed, “Now give it back!”

Nina stood up and then wiped the length of the sword with her fingers, balling the ghost into her hand before tossing it casually at Mary Ann. It fell into her body producing a sigh of pleasure from her lips and then a look of defiance on her face.

Which Nina promptly removed with another strike of her hand against Mary Ann’s cheek which resulted in her falling to the floor unconscious.

The blade vanished in a flash of light and then Nina then stood up and looked critically at Tom, “Tell me something. Other than you being human, is there anything special about you?”

Tom shrugged, “Cats like me.”

She looked at him for a long, long moment.

“That’s good.”

“Why?”

“That would be telling. Come on, if she is working for the Dark, then we need to get out of here right now.”

And then she pushed past him making for the elevators without another word, Mary Ann on the floor out cold and Ginger in the other room pleading for her Mistress to come back to punish her again …

 

 

Storm Clouds

Chapter 23

By TeraS

Smoke. The first thing he smelled was the smoke. Then he noticed the flames licking up the walls of the warehouse, the beams falling from the ceiling, and the yelling from behind him.

And then, as he watched three men rush past, John had a horrible realization. He was back at the fire. Not a fire; no, the fire … the fire where he was injured, the one that haunted him every day. He felt and then saw the fire axe in his hands and knew exactly what was going to happen next. He would rush after the rest of his company, follow them into the hell around them and search.

There would be … What would there be?

That part he never could remember exactly, when no one could tell him what happened, between this moment when they last saw him and the next, when they found him underneath the remains of the structure.

He hesitated there a moment longer, the others vanishing into the smoke, and then, twisting the axe in his hands, made his way forward, the smoke becoming thicker, the sound of his breathing loud in his ears as the respirator cycled back and forth keeping him alive. Coming to a locked door, he kicked it open and then drew back as more smoke poured out and around him, making it almost impossible to see.

But did he see … something? Did he hear something?

There was no choice. He was going in there and searching. He had to be sure.

John pushed his way in and called out, “Is anyone there? Answer me!” He didn’t hear anything and so moved deeper into the space, the light from the hallway which showed him the way out and to safety slowly dimming as the smoke thickened more and more. But that didn’t matter. He had to search, had to help. That was his job and, no matter what else, he was going to do it.

He spent almost five minutes searching, the odd layout of the room confusing him. It seemed like an office, there were desks around him, but the space was too large for a simple office. Still, he pressed on, moving back and forth, calling out and listening even as he searched, axe in one hand and the flashlight attached to his helmet probing into the smoke around him.

And then John saw her.

A woman crumpled to the floor, covered in black soot and grime. Her figure was indistinct. He knew it was a woman, but her features–hair, eyes, skin tones, what she was wearing–were all a blur.

But that meant nothing to him.

He knelt down beside her and checked: she was still breathing but unconscious. The problem was that he had no idea if she was seriously injured or not. He found his spare mask and, after hooking it up to his air supply, placed it over her face. Her breathing improved, but now he was stuck here. He couldn’t leave her, which gave him one choice: reporting on his radio that he found a survivor and then triggering the beacon built into it to call others to assist him.

He was about to do that when he heard the first shriek of the ceiling starting to come down. John’s only thought was to protect the woman however he could. He dragged her under a desk and then pushed himself under it as well, his body over hers.

The noises stopped for a moment, everything was silent around him, and then, just as he was about to look out from underneath the desk, there was the sound of a train wreck as the world came down around them both.

Then all was quiet again.

Except this time, standing amid the rubble, there was Tera, her dress pushed around by the smoke and fire, her arms crossed over her chest, and a look of concern on her face. She considered the pile of rubble that now held John and the woman, her long red tail moving slowly, catlike, behind her.

“Well … that explains a lot.”

From the smoke and fire, Jane came into view to the other side of the rubble.

“Damn it Tera! We don’t have the right to do this!”

Tera considered her for a long moment and then explained, “We need a clue Daughter. An idea of what has happened. He has that clue in him, we just have to pry it out.”

Jane stormed up to Tera and then poked her in the chest with a finger, “You tell us to respect others. To help them. This does neither!”

Tera looked down at the finger pressing against her, then took hold of Jane’s hand before gently moving it away.

“His mind is blocked from what happened here Daughter. He knows he came in, he knows he found someone in here, but he remembers nothing of who that woman is. She’s the key to this in someway and we need to know.”

“It’s not a good enough reason!”

Tera looked bemused, “Oh it is… It most certainly is.” She then reached around behind Jane and took a hold of something there making Jane gasp in surprise. Tera then showed the tip of a grey tail to Jane that was connected to her body.

“Daughter… You look like yourself.” Then Tera released Jane’s tail, still with that enigmatic smile on her lips.

Jane felt behind her, touching her tail in surprise and then running her hands over her horns.

“How?”

“That is, of course, the question isn’t it? Why should things be fixed here? It doesn’t make any sense… or… perhaps it does.”

Tera walked over to the pile of rubble and then pointed a finger at it, “The answer is in there isn’t it? Who is the woman he rescued? Why can’t he remember her? How was that done? Most of all, why would that make it necessary for your physical appearance to be changed?”

Jane didn’t answer the questions, she didn’t have the answers.

Tera then began to twirl her finger in a slow circle, “While these are his memories, they are not immutable. We can alter them, to a point, or, get a better look at them can’t we?”

Jane rubbed her temples, “Yes Tera… That’s Succubi 101 in the Realm isn’t it?”

Tera continued to work at the rubble, bits and pieces of it vanishing, “What was your grade Jane?”

Jane mumbled, “B Plus.”

Tera smiled in spite of herself, “Well, at least you passed.”


Feb 12 2012

A Review of The Witch and the Incubus by Ally Mauser

I have to admit that short stories about Succubi and Incubi are the rule and not the exception. I understand that and I try to keep that in mind when I read such works. The problem becomes when the story isn’t done well or just leaves the story for the sex instead.

I like story with the heat. And having sex without really explaining why and who and how it comes to be? That bothers me a lot… More than I like to admit actually…

The Witch and the Incubus by Ally Mauser

The Witch and the Incubus by Ally Mauser

The story is about:

A powerful, ancient, and beautiful witch knows it is time to harvest the incubus boy’s sexual energy. It should be a routine seduction, but something unexpected happens.

This is a very, very short story. The characters are barely fleshed out, the reasons for what happens are so thinly explained that for the most part they aren’t.

It bothers me that all of the characters feel like cardboard cutouts. They are so flimsy in their actions that it makes the entire work feel like the author had an idea for a story and wrote a short summary of it, then published that instead of the actual story.

The work needs an editor. There are several words that are placed in the story that do not belong there. For example the word “mike” is used in one sentence that should have used “milk” instead. There are also a number of tense problems in the story that were jarring as well.

The surprise in the story, when it appears, is not exactly well done at least to me. Not going to reveal it here, but honestly I think that the resolution of the work could have been written better, explained more, and made me actually care about what happens to each of the characters.

The incubus in the story is young. The witch believes that he is seventeen at first, but that isn’t right and his true age is eighteen which, for me personally, made the story a little easier to read. While some oblique references are made to his powers and physical attributes, there isn’t much else that we learn about him. The information, when it is given, is in a sort of scattergun approach of little bits of information and then we move directly from that to what the witch is thinking and trying to accomplish.

But then this isn’t meant to be a long story or something that is more than a stroke story for the most part.

The sex scenes were for me superficial. Not that hot and not that interesting to me personally, but then I don’t particularly like the kind of sex that was prevalent in this work. That’s my personal issue and I am sure that there are people out their that will disagree with me…

But that’s a manner of opinion and this is all mine isn’t it?

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

Too short, too rushed, was not honestly that interesting to me to read… But then it was a short read wasn’t it?

 

Tera

Feb 11 2012

Morrigan Aensland in 3D…

I found a really well done 3D rendering of Morrigan Aensland this week on Vimeo, and so…

And in case the video vanishes, here is a screenshot of the rendering of Morrigan…

3D Morrigan by Bhaalthiel

 

This is the work of Bhaalthiel on Vimeo, they have quite a number of videos there to be seen, but this is the only Succubus related video that I could find, and you can find it here as well.

The finished rendering is amazingly well done I think, it looks a lot like Morrigan, it doesn’t make her look silly or odd, and that’s really nice to see I think…

I suppose her hair does look a little off, but then you can’t have everything can you?

 

Tera

Feb 10 2012

A Review of Tales from High Towers’ Study by Niall Teasdale

I was quite happy to see that one of my favourite authors released a small collection of short stories from the series he has been writing. The series is by the author Niall Teasdale and tells the story of Ceridwyn Brent and the universe she lives in… and there are, or is, a very important Succubus in the series named Lily Carpenter who I have come to love. My first review of his first book, Thaumatology 101, you can find here. And I reviewed the second book in the series, Demon’s Moon here on the Tale as well. And, of course, I reviewed the third book in the series, Legacy as well. This week I will be reviewing a collection of stories from this universe that, while short, do reveal many things about the characters that explain why they are and where they are… As an aside, if you click on the Smashwords link here, you can get a copy of this work for free. The Amazon link for Kindle users will cost 99 cents if you make that choice…

Tales from High Towers' Study by Niall Teasdale

Tales from High Towers' Study by Niall Teasdale

The book tells of five tales from this universe:

Bedtime Story: What kind of fairy tales what an incubus tell his half-human daughter at bedtime?

Birthdays: On the wildest, most magical night of the year, Ceridwyn Brent has her birthday.

Black Lily: Lily Carpenter goes hunting for a snack at the Dubh Linn pub and gets more than she bargained for.

Redemption: Carter Fleming celebrates his forty-ninth birthday by hiring a hooker who is about to change his life, and hers.

Nightshade: A murder mystery featuring John Radcliffe and Kate Middleshaw, the Met’s finest supernatural detectives.

I have wanted to see these stories in their own collection for some time now, I have to admit that I have a small connection to it as well in that I sort of gave Niall the idea for the cover, so you can blame me for that if you’d like.

I also want to make it very clear that I have purchased every book that Niall has released as some might wonder if my views are a bit coloured on the series. Mind you, a series with a smart Succubus in it will always get my attention, but one with the world, characters and writing to match? That’s just icing on the cake…

If you haven’t read the series so far, this work is a good taste of some of the characters in the series, but also Niall’s talents in telling a story which personally I enjoy very much. I’m going to touch on each of the tales here a little bit and try not to spoil it too much…

Bedtime Story: One of the characters in the series that we actually know very little about is Lily’s father. He appears in the third book of the series, but we know get to know much about him and, honestly, if you read the book you would have a poor opinion of him. This story however, I have to say was loving, beautiful and gave us a peek at him being a father. He loves Lily, cares about her, and wants to see her grow up. Lily is only a child in this story and she is being read a bedtime story, but the cuteness of little Lily is so very much reflected in the Lily that I have come to love and for that I am grateful to have the chance to see her like this.

Birthdays: This was, for me at least, the saddest story in the collection. It tells of Ceri’s birthdays at several points in time. Two of them are happy in a way, but it is the third one that tells so much about her and how absolutely lost she was after her parents passed away. More interesting is that it also, I think, foreshadows something to come in the series and is well worth reading and remembering for the future.

Black Lily: It is sometimes hard to remember that Lily wasn’t the person that she became after she met Ceri. The story shows us a moment in that Lily’s life where she wasn’t happy, didn’t like herself and most of all, didn’t think she could be more. It’s important to see where Lily came from to appreciate what she has made of herself. This story shows a lot of that and it’s important to know.

Redemption: If Black Lily was the dark of Lily’s life, then this story was the first glimmer of hope. It tells of the first time that Lily met Carter Fleming, a character in the series that gave Lily a chance, put her in touch with Ceri, and, most of all, is a focal point in the series for much of the personal growth that both Lily and Ceri have gone through. This story is vital to understanding why Carter makes the decisions he does in the series, and it explains much of his character.

Nightshade: On it’s own a inspired piece of writing. It involves two, and I hate to call them this, minor characters in the series, John Radcliffe and Kate Middleshaw who are police detectives that deal with supernatural crimes. It gives a look into both of their lives away from Ceri and her problems or their having to deal with crime within the series itself. More interesting is that while it does tell of John’s home life with his wife, it also tells of his fears and frustrations as well. It also opens a small window on Kate’s life in a way that I didn’t expect from the story until the end when it was revealed. I have to wonder if both of these characters will come to have a more central place in future stories in the series… I hope so as they have much to say I think.

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

It’s not enough to just toss out stories in a universe for the sake of doing so. The stories here matter in the overall scheme of things and whether you have read the series or not, it’s time well spent in a world that is cared about.

And that, really, is what matters most of all.

The next book in the series, Dragon’s Blood, has been released and I am reading it at the time of this entry in the Tale… I’ll have that review up sometime in the next week or two… Depending on that thing that’s called real life of course…

Please do read this collection and take a peek into this universe… I think you shall not be disappointed in doing so…

 

 

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