Jan 02 2015

So when is the Lost Girl sitting in a tree song appearing?

I have to admit that I spoke too soon last week about just how disappointed I was in last week’s Lost Girl episode. I thought it was the worst of the season… I was wrong. I thought that I couldn’t possibly be more disappointed in the series than I was then. I’m more so now. I thought that the season was going to turn a corner and start to actually tell the story which the entire season is about and should be focused on. I really should have known better.

I really wonder more and more about the series losing Kenzi in a lot of ways. I do not, however, see the point to bringing in a never before seen or mentioned, vaguely connected to one of the main characters, individual who seems to be young only for the sake of drawing in to the series the younger viewers. I can’t say I like the idea, can’t say it works, and most of all, the absolute ‘ick’ factor of what happened in this episode as a result just made my toes curl and my popcorn ran out before I could bury the television. But I’ll get back to that character later and rant more about them… promise.

The hardest thing for me to watch is teenage angst. It’s worse when adults are suffering through it and rather than deal with their problems, we have to sit and watch them try to help the teenager deal with his problems and in doing so, see “the light” themselves.” It’s a trope, it’s lame, and most of all it just makes me want to turn the channel. This is not, at all, how an episode should be. What’s more sigh inducing is that if you remove the entire subplot the rest of the episode doesn’t change at all. So… Why do it in the first place? The only reason I can see is so that you can kill off the new character and “give depth” to your current one. Wouldn’t it be as simple to just get them to deal with their own problems with those around them and not have to stoop to this junk?

In case you haven’t noticed, I am frustratingly miffed about this episode and if it is the low point of the season, then fine. I’ll deal with it, but I don’t have to like it. Truthfully I never will because it’s that awful an episode. I worried about the series jumping the shark before. Now I’m worried about the entire ocean.

The fourth episode of the fifth season, also episode sixty-five of the Lost Girl TV series, was this week. Bo gets sideswiped by a runaway who reminds her of someone, but she doesn’t listen to her instincts. Lauren tries out a British accent and ticks off Evony in the process, which leaves Lauren with a gift she didn’t want. Trick takes out the trash and then gets Vex into hot water. Tamsin tries out a couple of different kinds of takeout and Dyson’s nose gets another workout sniffing out the truth and missing what’s in front of him.

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

Bo learns that sometimes when God plays with dice it’s also…


When God Opens a Window…


The episode opens with a series of short flashbacks from the previous episode which include: Bo telling Lauren that she has no sex drive, Lauren asking Dyson if there is any connection between the body that was in Lauren’s lab and the other two bodies from the elevator crash. Elizabeth is then seen breaking out of the lab, followed by Lauren asking Dyson to train her in self-defence as he did Kenzi in the past. Tamsin is then seen “pulling the plug” on Bo to force Bo to reveal the truth she has been hiding, which is that she loses everyone in her life. Trick, Dyson and Lauren reassure Bo that she will never be alone.

The actual episode begins with Tamsin (Rachel Skarsten) in Bo’s bedroom with a man named Tad (Scott Cavalheiro), the pair under the covers and Tamsin telling Tad “Frank! That was a solid B plus.” When Tad tries to correct Tamsin, she replies: “You’re hilarious. I’m starving! I could really use some Chinese food.” Bo (Anna Silk) then enters the room, carrying Chinese takeout, and Tamsin comments: “I love my roommate.” Bo replies: “That’s okay Tamsin, there’s no need to grab our weapons and come right back to the pub, I can take down the mighty little Clurichaun all by myself really.” Tamsin seems to be embarrassed about what happened and tells Bo that: “I was totally on my way back when I happened to bang into… Well I banged this guy.” From the bed, Tad calls out his name and Tamsin shushes him to be quiet. Bo asks: “In my bed?” Tamsin replies: “Yeah that’s weird right?” Seeing that Bo has takeout, Tamsin gleefully adds: “But this smells good!” When Tamsin makes for the takeout, Bo stops her when Tamsin asks: “But we share!” Bo answers: “Are you going to share?” Tamsin moves to the side, calling out: “Oh Frank… It is your lucky night because my succubus friend just got her mojo back and she’s hornier than a monkey with eight dicks.” Bo winces as she interrupts: “Or something feminine and sexy.” Tamsin shrugs: “Whatever.” then takes the takeout, telling Tad to “buckle up stud muffin” and then leaves Bo’s bedroom with the food as Bo slinks towards Ted.

The scene then switches to a bus stop located beside a building, a bus waiting there, and a figure running towards the bus. A young man enters the bus and is told by the driver that the fare is $2.25. The young man then attempts to pawn a watch he has, calling it his grandfather’s, in place of the fare. After some hemming and hawing, the driver agrees to take the watch. When the driver is asked when they are leaving he answers: “When I’m good and ready” and the young man walks further into the bus. Seeing a young women, the only other passenger, sitting nearby, he sits with her, which only makes her nervous and she moves away from him, noting: “You know there are a lot of seats that aren’t taken.” He agrees and adds: “Guess I was just taken by you” which makes her shake her head. He offers his hand and introduces himself as Mark (Luke Bilyk), she shakes and reveals her name is Margaret, then corrects her name to Maggie (Michelle Mylett). Mark then comments: “Let me guess. You’re from a small town and you have a big family, a strict family, who didn’t approve of your being pregnant so you are fleeing to the big city to raise the baby on your own.” Maggie replies: “I’ve done so much thing.” and then turns away from Mark. He tries to charm her back, explaining that he was “just joking” with her. Mark then states that she is a singer and when she asks how he knows, Mark explains that her name can only belong to a “famous singer.” Maggie then tells her life story, mentioning a pitch pipe that her uncle gave her. When Mark asks to see it, Maggie hands it to him, but Mark drops it and when he leans down to pick it up, there is the sound of an arrow flying through the air and shattering a window in the bus. When Mark gets up he sees that Maggie has an arrow through her heart and she is dead. Mark then runs on his hands and knees towards the back of the bus as the scene ends.

Following the opening titles sequence, we return to Tamsin enjoying the Chinese takeout that Bo brought home with her, commenting to herself as she does so: “So the husband says to the wife ‘I want 69’ to which the wife replies ‘If you think that I’m getting out of bed to make lemon chicken you crazy!” Tamsin then lays back on the couch, chuckling to herself at the joke as Mark bursts through the front door. Tamsin looks at him and then calls out: “Bo? Did you order delivery?” When Bo doesn’t answer, Tamsin looks at Mike and says: “Hey.” Mark waves and replies: “Hey.” Mike is then seen devouring the remains of the takeout food, then apologizes for “bursting in” as he wasn’t sure that he had the right place as Bo finds a flyer for her detective agency in a side pouch of his backpack, commenting: “Yeah, that’s how we like it. You want to tell us what you are running from?” Mark explains that he isn’t running, that he is being followed, but does not know who is following him. When Tamsin presses Mark to say what he’s done, Mark replies very quickly: “Nothing!” Tamsin pointedly tells Mark that “you aren’t followed for doing nothing.” Mark swears that he hasn’t done anything and then offers to pay Bo with a watch that his grandfather owned. Tamsin comments: “Sorry, we only take Visa” and Bo refuses to take the watch and returns it to him after apologizing for Tamsin with: “Please excuse my roommate, she banged into some low hanging fruit and now she sucks.” When Mark reveals that he has no other clothes than what he is wearing, Bo takes him towards her bedroom and tells him to take whatever he’d like from the men’s clothing there. As Mark enters Bo’s bedroom, Tamsin tells Bo: “I don’t trust him as far as I want to throw him.” As Tamsin tells Bo that Mark is trouble, he listens from close by, then turns away. Bo tells Tamsin: “He’s in trouble, there’s a difference.” Tamsin points at the front door: “Yeah and whatever is chasing him could be right outside our doorstep.” Bo replies: “Exactly, that’s why I want to know what it is.” Tamsin yells at Bo: “I’ll tell you what it is, it isn’t our problem!” When Bo suggests they “should make it our problem” Tamsin clutches her head and moans: “Oh I knew you were going to say that.” Bo explains to Tamsin: “If we are going to be partners, we need to get a couple of things straight. One, when you say you are going to be back with weapons, you come back with weapons. Two. We are never going to make it unless we find a more positive way to speak to each other and three. We help those that need help so deal with it!” Tamsin leans in and replies: “Yeah that tone is a lot less confrontational.” Bo apologizes and explains her mood as “being something about this guy” and when Tamsin questions this, Bo adds: “Something… familiar.” After Tamsin comments: “Broke?” Bo says she cannot explain what it is and “It wouldn’t be the first time that I’ve worked for free.” Tamsin tells Bo: “He’s not Kenzi! We can’t keep taking in every stray that comes to our doorstep.” Mark then enters the room, having taken Dyson’s favourite T-shirt which has a picture of Hale on it and the caption “10th Annual Metro Police Darts Tournament – Take You Best Shot”, idly comments that he found a shirt and then makes his excuses and leaves after Bo tells him: “I spent a lot of time running and one thing I can tell you is that you can never run far enough. Whatever is chasing you will not stop until you face it head-on.” Mark smiles, tells Bo: “See you around.” and leaves. Tamsin comments that Mark left in a hurry as she walks towards Bo’s bedroom. Tamsin then calls out Bo’s name and when she enters her bedroom she sees that it has been ransacked by Mike and many things are missing. Bo takes one look and curses: “That little shit.” Tamsin walks out of the room telling Bo: “Yeah. Now we do it my way.”

The next scene is of Lauren (Zoie Palmer) walking on an estate with a butler (David Occhipinti), commenting that the grounds are “impressive” and then commenting to the butler in a false British accent which amuses Lauren, but the butler is seen to be biting back a reply to her. Evony (Emmanuelle Vaugier) is then seen riding a horse through the grounds and passes by Lauren, staring at her as she does so. Lauren comments: “Well, at least she is keeping a low profile now that she’s human.” Evony arrives and hands off her steed to a helper, telling him: “Make sure that Bruce is fed and… milked.” As she walks towards Lauren, Lauren comments: “Images of Catherine the Great dance in my head.” Lauren then follows Evony as she walks away, Lauren calling out: “Toodle-oo governor” and when the butler just turns away, Lauren sighs: “Only I find me funny.”

Evony and Lauren are then seen sitting at an outdoor table where Evony tells of what she did about one of her servants that Evony accused of stealing from her and even when the truth came out that she didn’t, Evony still fired her and her entire family. Evony then asks about Lauren’s assistant who was killed in her lab, Lauren replies that she doesn’t know what to tell Evony about it, mentioning that Lisa was a “nice girl” and that she feels responsible as she left Lisa alone when it happened. Evony dismisses Lisa and asks if any of the equipment that she paid for was damaged, Lauren assures her that none of it was, adding: “Just one precious human life.” Evony replies: “That’s good. And the three dead bodies that just disappeared, you weren’t going to mention that?” Lauren’s stunned answer is: “You have eyes and ears everywhere don’t you?” Evony pointedly replies: “Lauren, I did not get shacked up with a fat old money buffoon with fake teeth and horrific gout to watch the clinic I opened in my name get plundered by common thieves. No, I did it because I am a survivor. And I will not be made to look like a fool.” Lauren assures Evony that the security system that Evony is authorizing will make sure of it, but when Evony asks about the serum that Lauren is supposed to be creating to make her Fae once more, Lauren comments: “Oh, you know, can’t rush science.” Evony does not reply, but looks pointedly at Lauren.

The next scene begins with Mark running down an alleyway until he comes face-to-face with Tamsin who shows her Valkyrie “death face” to him. Bo then grabs Mark and throws him against a fence, commenting: “Call me old fashioned, but I really don’t like being stolen from.” Tamsin, in an angry voice warns: “Do you know what we do to thieves?” Bo then looks at Tamsin and asks her to “take it down a notch.” Tamsin then asks Bo if she can talk to her and then the two have a discussion as Mark cringes against the fence. Tamsin tells Bo: “I feel very disrespected when you back seat drive on my bad cop routine.” Bo answers: “Okay, well I hear you but sometimes I wish you would try a different approach. Maybe something a little sunnier.” Tamsin coughs, then continues: “Well, I hear you. But I have been doing this a very long time and I would really appreciate and value your patience.” Bo manages: “Well, I give you my patience.” As Bo says this, Mark tries to run, but both Tamsin and Bo grab him, shove him back into the fence and warn: “Don’t even think about it.” Bo then takes Mark’s backpack and begins to go through it, seeing what is left of what he took from her. Tamsin asks Mike why he stole from them and he explains that he “wanted to get out of town… fast.” Bo then shows Mike one of Kenzi’s swords, telling him that: “This belongs to my best friend.” Mark replies that he’s “sorry. Honest.” Bo then walks up to Mark and shows him yet another of the watches he has been peddling and asks: “So how many Grandfathers did you have?” Mike attempts to talk his way out of things, claiming that both Bo and Tamsin were nice to him, but no one else ever is. Bo then finds some fake identification that Mark is carrying and stares at it for a long moment. Then Mark whispers: “Oh no.” and then Bo is hit by an arrow from behind and falls to the ground in pain. As Bo asks Tamsin why the arrow hurts so much, Mike runs off to save his own skin,Tamsin calling him a coward as he does so. Tamsin grabs the arrow at both ends, warns Bo that: “This is going to hurt.” and then breaks the arrow in two before pulling it out of Bo making her cry out in pain.

After a commercial break, Trick (Richard Howland) is seen walking out the back door of the Dal Riata with some garbage that he tosses into a garbage bin. A pair of thieves approach Trick, who tells them that he has no money and wants no trouble, but one of the thieves tells Trick to let them into the Dal Riata and give them access to the cash register. Trick asks: “And if I refuse?” and one thug replies: “Things will get messy” and begins to move towards Trick but before they can attack Trick, they turn towards each other and knock each other unconscious which reveals Vex (Paul Amos) lurking in the shadows.

Bo is then seen suffering from her wounds as Tamsin attempts to clean them. Bo tells Tamsin she can’t believe that Tamsin just pulled the arrow from her shoulder, Tamsin telling Bo: “It was for your own good.” Bo tells Tamsin that she needs to feed and Tamsin allows Bo to feed from her which seems to repair some of the damage, but not all of it, the damage beginning to worsen again after a moment. Tamsin tells Bo to feed from her again as Lauren enters the room commenting: “Oh! So much blood and kissing!” Bo calls out after Lauren as she turns to leave, but Lauren explains that she needs to get her medical kit.

Dyson (Kristen Holden-Ried) is seen working out in his gym as Trick calls out to Dyson, telling him that they need to talk. When Dyson turns to look at Trick he sees Vex with him and moves to attack Vex, but Trick asks Dyson to stop. Dyson asks: “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” Trick tells Dyson that Vex saved him from some thugs but Dyson dismisses this as a farce, Vex telling Dyson that he is being “a bit cynical.” Trick then tells Dyson that he “figured the safest place for Vex is with you. The one man who will kill him if he’s lying. Better to have a Mesmer and not need one, and you just might.” Trick hands Dyson a file and explains that three humans were found dead just outside of the borders of the Fae. Trick asks Dyson, with Vex’s help, to look into what happened. Dyson reminds Trick that he no longer holds fealty to him, but to Bo. Trick reminds Dyson that he is the Acting Ash and that Dyson serves his conscious. Trick then leaves the gym, leaving Vex with Dyson. Vex comments: “Well, at least we have that in common.” referring to serving their own conscious as Dyson walks away angrily.

Back at Bo’s place, Lauren is dropping a substance into a test tube and commenting: “Amazing. I just took the equivalent of Fae Kryptonite out of your shoulder.” Bo is confused and Lauren explains: “It is a metal derived from a parasite. What’s so cool about this particular compound is that it’s a mineral and it’s also alive. Every time you heal, this sneaky rascal re-split the wound.” When Bo asks: “So that was in my shoulder?” Lauren replies: “Him.” then picks up a second test tube adding: “And his little sister.” When Lauren places the two tubes together the substances become very active, seeming to try to get into contact with each other. As Tamsin sees this, she winces and Bo comments: “Oh. I may hurl.” Lauren replies: “I know. I’m excited too! They’re attracted to each other’s heat signature. Where one goes the other wants to go. You’ll want to bet that the Squish Family Robertson are looking for these two right now.”Lauren hands the vials to Bo and she muses that the substance acts like a tracking device and Tamsin asks: “So this Robin Hood dude knows where we are?” Bo thanks Lauren, adding that she was lucky that Lauren came by. Lauren replies that in her “professional opinion you’ve always benefited from the human touch” which makes Tamsin cough, then tell both Bo and Lauren that “this is sweet and all, but we have places to go and people to find.” She then has Bo feed on her which does finally heal Bo’s injury and Bo thanks Tamsin for her help. Tamsin replies: “What are partners for?” as she looks at Lauren and licks her fingers. Bo then muses that there might be a way to use the tracking substance against their attacker to trap them instead, but Bo needs to find Mark as well. When Lauren asks: “Where would a handsome young Fae go in a town he doesn’t know?” Bo just smiles.

Mark is then shown in the Dal Riata, eating chicken wings, and attempting to convince a group of Fae that he needs “only enough money to get back to Africa and claim my inheritance and half of it is yours.” Bo and Tamsin then grab Mark, carry him across the room and slam him into the bar. Bo tells Mark to “spill it and tell us what’s going on!” Mark claims: “I don’t know and I don’t know and let’s see… I don’t know.” When Mark comments that the wings are spicy and then tries to grab a drink off the bar, Tamsin flips him over and warns Mark: “Stop dicking us around.” Mark then tries to play the guilt card on Tamsin, reminding her that he’s “just trouble.” Bo tells Mark that she could have been killed and he owes them an explanation and he needs to: “Stop acting like a child and man up.” Mark then finally explains that the person chasing him is a Hunter who has been trying to kill him since he was a boy, but he claims not to know why that is.” When Tamsin asks what kind of Fae he is, Mark claims he has no idea as his mother died when he was young and he has no family. When Mark moans about something being wrong with him, Bo tries to reassure him there isn’t but his answer is: “But everywhere I go I leave a body count.” Mark then tells of what happened on the bus the day before which seems to have actually affected him. Bo tells Mark they can help him, but he cannot tell lies anymore.

The scene them moves to Bo’s place where Mark and Bo are seen talking, Mark telling Bo what his life has been like. Bo then complains about the wound she suffered, wondering out loud why it is hurting “so much” and when Mark asks about this, Bo suggests that Lauren left some shrapnel in her shoulder. Mark then kisses Bo and after a moment, Bo pushes him back. Mark asks: “I thought that’s how you healed?” Bo replies: “It is and… wow.” before they kiss again. The door to Bo’s place opens and a figure enters carrying a knife in one hand. As Bo and Mark break their kiss, the figure is revealed to be the Hunter (Aaron Poole) who muses: “I’ve waited a long time for this.” Bo turns to him and replies as she reveals that she has been carrying the vials under her clothing: “Yeah? Well, we’ve been waiting all night.” The lights come up in the room as Tamsin enters, points at Bo and says: “And the Oscar goes to…” Lauren then walks into the room behind the hunter, says: “Twelve years a babe” and then shoots twelve tranquiler darts into the Hunter’s back, making him fall unconscious to the floor. Lauren explains: “Sorry. I was president of PETA in high school. Let’s take him back to my clinic and lock him up.” Mark rants: “We’re not locking him up! He’s a murderer!” and then grabs the Hunter’s knife and moves to kill him but Lauren shoots Mark, knocking him out as well. Lauren then suggests that someone take the gun away from her and Bo agrees while Tamsin winces.

Following another commercial break, Lauren and Bo are seen in Lauren’s clinic, Lauren admiring the weapons that the Hunter carries, noting that: “The bone in this knife dates back to the Mesopotamian era of ancient Greece.” Bo replies: “How would I?” and Lauren replies: “Um… Carbon dating?” Bo sees the Hunter waking up and confronts him, telling him that he tried to kill an innocent Fae and he shot Bo with an arrow that “hurt like a bitch”, but the Hunter reveals that Mike killed the Hunter’s wife and daughter adding that “he and his kind hunted us all down like chattel” and intends not to stop hunting Mike down and making him suffer “as much as I have.” Bo then asks the Hunter to give her his hand, so that she can believe his story. When the Hunter does so, Bo uses her powers to force him to tell the truth about his wife.

Elsewhere, Vex is with Dyson at Dyson’s gym, asking idly: “Do you think that mummies care about how they are portrayed in cartoons? You know, all mumbling and moaning like morons.” When Dyson does not respond, and keeps looking through the files that Trick left, Vex continues: “I knew a mummy once named Andy. He was a tremendous chef but terrible hygiene. As you can guess mummies don’t care about domestic things like toilet paper.” As Dyson examines the photographs, it is clear that some kind of mark was pressed into the skin of each of the victims, but for what purpose he cannot tell. Vex attempts to gain Dyson’s attention by commenting: “You know, I know a few things about being bad. You know, what it all may mean. The cultural significance. Yeah, my input could actually be helpful. But, I know you’re a proud wolf and you like to figure things out on your own.” As Vex finishes saying this, Dyson turns on him and shoves Vex against the ropes of the ring, pinning Vex there. Dyson growls: “I don’t want your help. I don’t want you around. All I see when I look at you is the man that killed my partner. All I see when I look at your ridiculous face is Massimo’s special friend!” Vex chokes out: “Special friend? He’s the closest thing to a son that I’ll ever have!” Dyson becomes angrier, warning: “You aren’t helping your case Vex.” Vex presses on: “I raised him since he was walking! And you lot went and killed him!” Dyson loses his cool and screams: “He was an abomination!” and then throws Vex across the room into a table. Vex yells: “He didn’t stand a chance! All he had was me! I knew he was trouble Dyson. I knew he was bad but it didn’t matter! Nothing he could do would change how I felt about him! He was mine and I loved him!” Dyson then stalks past Vex and comments: “Quite the legacy Vex.” Vex then turns on Dyson telling him: “Oh piss off. You were the one that let him go in the first place!” Dyson then spins around and punches Vex, dropping him to the floor in pain. Dyson then tells Vex: “I’m going to the clinic. If you are here when I get back I will kill you.”

Dyson is then seen in Lauren’s clinic looking at one of the human bodies and then sniffing the air before asking: “What is that?” When Lauren asks what Dyson is talking about he replies: “That smell. Something… Something… bad.” Lauren comments that everything in a hospital smells bad, and then asks what he has figured out. Dyson then asks: “Why these men? Why these three specifically?” Vex enters the room and comments: “Shopped at the same supermarket? Car pool friends perhaps?” Dyson growls: “I thought I made myself clear Vex.” Vex asks Dyson to listen to him beginning with: “I tried to get Massimo to leave town!” But Dyson punches Vex in the stomach again as Lauren looks on helplessly. Vex continues: “But he wouldn’t listen to me!” Dyson yells: “You seem to have the same problem!” Vex chokes out: “Hale was my friend too!” which makes Dyson draw his gun and point it at Vex, warning him that if he says Hale’s name again he will kill him. Lauren tells Dyson that she was with Massimo and Vex is telling the truth that: “Massimo at the end was completely beyond reason.” Vex pleads: “Listen, I’m sorry I screwed up!” Dyson places his gun under Massimo’s chin and holds Massimo’s head with his other hand, ranting: “You always screw up! Do you think it’s always so easy being a good guy? Always doing the right thing? Do you know how easy it would be to do the wrong thing? How good that would feel?” Vex calmly tells Dyson: “Just do it. Come on! Pull the trigger! Put me out of my bloody misery.” Dyson cocks the gun while Lauren tells him: “I know you are in a lot of pain, but Hale and Kenzi were not his fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault! This isn’t going to fix anything!” After a pause, Dyson uncocks the gun and releases Vex before walking away from him.

Meanwhile, at Bo’s place, Bo is sitting with Mark as he wakes up from the darts that Lauren shot into him. When Mark asks what happened, Bo replies: “Oh, you know, you tried to kill the Hunter, my ex shot you with a tranquilizer dart, usual Thursday fare.” Mark tells Bo that he can explain and she tells him that the hunter told her that he blames Mark for killing his wife and child and is not lying about that. Mark admits that he did bite off the Hunter’s ear, but claims the hunter killed his mother when he was six years old, calling himself a coward for doing nothing to stop the Hunter then. Mark then claimed that he ran when the Hunter shot Bo in an attempt to keep Bo and Tamsin safe from further harm. Bo tells Mark: “You are not a coward, you’re just lost.” Mark admits that he is “sick and tired of running and everyone around me dying.” When Bo tells Mark that killing the Hunter is not the answer, he asks what is and Bo’s reply is to whisper: “What is it about you?” and then kiss him deeply before the pair fall out of sight.

Returning to Lauren’s clinic, Vex is mumbling to himself: “Thinks himself better than me? Puts a gun under my chin? He’s lucky I don’t go kung-fu on his ass the pig.” Dyson, on the other side of the room calls out: “What did you just say?” Vex turns white as a sheet and turns to Dyson as he says: “Pig. You said pig.” Vex replies: “You only think I said that.” But Dyson turns to Lauren and explains that the first victim was a cop, also called in slang a ‘pig’ and there were puncture wounds on both of his feet, hung upside down and then bled dry. The second victim was a prison guard, called a ‘bull’ in slang. Dyson notes that both had their throats cut, their bodies branded and then their organs were removed and burnt. Dyson notes that: “In Pagan religions the pig and the bull would be sacrificed.” Lauren adds: “Their blood would be spilled to purify them, their organs sacrificed to the gods.” When Lauren asks about the third victim, Dyson cannot make a connection to the other two, as there is no cut throat, no puncture wounds, but he was branded similarly to the other two victims and died because of dehydration. Dyson notes that the victim was Russian and that he served eight years of a double life sentence. Vex chuckles and comments: “Someone must have been a baaad boy.” When Dyson looks at Vex, not seeming to understand what he is getting at, Vex continues: “If you shave that much time off a double life sentence, you’ve been talking to the right people.” Dyson replies: “A snitch, a rat. But a rat doesn’t fit.” Vex tells Dyson: “This is a Russian prison. A snitch isn’t a rat. He’s a goat.” Dyson muses: “A sacrifice to the desert to cleanse the sins. In hopes of bringing good fortune. We’re dealing with a cult here. A Fae cult.” Lauren tells Dyson: “Those three bodies from the elevator crash they were taken the other night.” Dyson thinks a moment, then tells Lauren: “Three ritual killings, three missing bodies.” Lauren agrees there could be a connection and Dyson asks if Lauren has anything from the missing bodies that might have a scent on it he could track, and Lauren tells Dyson that she does.

Back at Bo’s home, she awakes in bed and looks for Mark, but he is not in bed with her. Bo calls out for Tamsin who tells Bo that she thought Mark was with him. Bo then realizes that Mark must have left at some point in the evening to confront the Hunter and kill him.

Following still another commercial break, Dyson and Vex are seen climbing a flight of stairs in what appears to be a hotel of some kind. When Vex asks if they are in the right place, Dyson sniffs the air and Vex comments: “Ah yes, the famed shifter nose. Yes it is quite the aquiline beauty if I must say so. Slim. Slender and strong.” Dyson tells Vex to be quiet and Vex replies: “Don’t think I’ve ever tried.” The pair approach a door and as Dyson is about to open it, his cell phone rings. Bo tells Dyson that her “new client Mark” is in trouble and that she needs him to go to Lauren’s clinic and stop Mark from killing the Hunter. Dyson whispers: “That’s what I smelt” and he and Vex rush off. Moments after they do so, Persephone in Elizabeth Helm’s body (Amanda Walsh) opens the door to look outside. Seeing no one, she returns inside and calls out: “Empty again sweetie. Sweetie, don’t keep me waiting. You know how angry I get.” When nothing happens, she chuckles and continues: “Oh right. I guess I’ll get my own drink then.” As she moves off, a man’s body is shown with blood coming from his lips and eyes as well as lightning sparking around them as well.

Back at Lauren’s clinic, Mark is attacking the Hunter, Lauren trying to make him see reason as he does so. Mark demands to know why the Hunter has been trying to kill him, but the Hunter refuses to answer. Dyson appears and tells Mark: “It’s because you are a Shifter.” When Mark asks who Dyson is, he replies: “A Shifter. Like you.” Dyson explains that the type of Fae that the Hunter is has been hunting Shifters for centuries. The Hunter greets Dyson, telling him “It’s been a long time.” Dyson replies: “We don’t hunt Fae anymore Kelly, it’s forbidden. Especially Shifters that have not shifted yet.” The Hunter replies with a crazed look: “I figured that since the Una Mens got all cut up that it’s open season.” Mark then moves to drive the Hunter’s blade into him, intending to kill him, but Dyson stays the killing blow, telling Mark: “I know you’re mad. I know you’re in a lot of pain. But killing this man will not change that.” Mark demands the Hunter’s death for killing his family and Dyson tells Mark that in the Hunter’s eyes all Shifters are responsible for his family’s deaths and tells Mark that they can stop the “circle of violence” and end it finally. Dyson takes the knife away, then tells the Hunter to flee, which he does as Mark protests violently.

The next scene is at the Dal Riata where Mark and Dyson are eating at a table with Bo standing nearby. Bo asks why Dyson let the Hunter go and Mark comments: “Well I think it has something to do with Dyson being a self-righteous douchebag.” Dyson only comments: “Don’t want to talk about it.” The pair are then seen eating and drinking, then crack their knuckles in almost perfect synchronicity while Bo watches. Bo then whispers: “Oh my god. He’s your…” Dyson finishes: “Son. Yeah. I smelt it when we met.” Mark is shocked and Bo whispers: “I knew there was something about you that was… familiar.”

After another commercial break, Mark is trying to leave, while Dyson asks him to stop. Mark does not until Dyson calls out the name “Piper” which stops Mark in his tracks. When Dyson continues: “Judging my your age your mother would have to be…” Mark turns and tells Dyson: “Don’t. You don’t get to say her name. You bailed and she died.” Dyson tries to explain that wasn’t what happened, but Mark will not hear of it. Dyson stops Mark again and tells him: “She never told me she was pregnant. She never told me about you. But I know now. I know nothing I say can make it right, but you can stop running. You don’t have to suffer alone.” Mark tells Dyson: “You’d just get sick of me. I’m trouble. Everyone says so.” Dyson replies: “I’m never going to see it that way. Because I’m your father.” Mark turns away from Dyson, walks away, his last words to Dyson are: “Because of you, family isn’t my thing.”

At Lauren’s clinic, Evony suddenly bursts into the room where Lauren is working and rants: “Enough bullshit! I tried to be nice to you for a whole day and it got me no where. Where is my serum!” Lauren replies: “Well you seemed so happy with the rich hubby and the gout…” Evony explodes: “That was this morning!” After a pause, Evony continues: “Honestly, these human mood swings… I don’t know how you do it.” Lauren then tells Evony that she wished she had better news for her, but there have been setbacks. Evony then replies: “Well, I’ve had setbacks too. Turns out husband wants to turn the pool house into a man cave. So I’m going to have to store a few little odds and ends here at the clinic. The clinic that I paid for.” Evony then calls out for a pair of guards that carry into the room a large box with an extension cord attached to it. Evony leans over the box and crows: “Well hello little baby…” When Lauren asks what is inside, Evony explains: “This old thing? It’s only the most feared creature known to Fae. But let’s just call it an insurance policy. You know, so while I’m human nobody gets any funny ideas. It won’t be too much trouble for you to watch it for me now will it?” When Lauren asks what it is called. Evony replies: “Nobody knows. it’s that old. Oh I really hope that something bad doesn’t happen. If it were to escape that would be really bad for you. Chop-chop! Serum isn’t going to serum itself.” Evony then picks up the extension cord and hands it to Lauren with the warning: “And this little guy is running on battery and she be getting low. I’d find a power source if I was you. Toot sweet.” Evony then leaves the container with what’s inside to Lauren.

Elsewhere, Dyson is walking in an alleyway waiting and then the Hunter appears. Dyson tells him: “Go ahead. Kill me. On one condition.” When the Hunter asks what that is, Dyson replies: “Mark. Leave my son alone.” The Hunter laughs at the request adding: “Just have to enjoy killing him all the more.” As the Hunter draws his knife, Dyson whispers: “I thought you might say that.” and then calls out Vex’s name who freezes the Hunter where he stands. Dyson then turns to the Hunter and tells him: “I once made the mistake of letting a murderer go. Because I thought it was the right thing to do. I won’t make that mistake again.” Vex then forces the Hunter to drop his knife and then Dyson adds: “This time, I’ll do what feels right.” Dyson then shifts into his wolf form and attacks the Hunter, killing him.

After another commercial break, Bo is seen with Tamsin talking about Dyson having a son. Bo tells Tamsin she can never tell Dyson that Bo had sex with Mark and for a moment Tamsin muses that it is “great roommate leverage” but she tells Bo she is kidding and she will keep the secret for Bo. Bo tells Tamsin that: “I thought there was a time when me and Dyson would…” Tamsin replies: “There was a time for him too. You guys are good together. Even if it is just as friends.” As Bo gets up to leave, Tamsin tells her that she was hard on Mark because: “I knew he was a liar. And because I knew he was trouble. I knew I was right because he’s just like me. When I left Valkyrie school I hurt a lot of people and I did a lot of things that I’m not proud of.” Bo nods, then replies: “You know, you and me? Think we’re going to be okay.” and then after Tamsin answers “okay” Bo leaves her place.

The next scene of the episode opens with Dyson sitting at a table looking at a picture and clutching a bottle, drinking heavily. There is blood on his face, evidence of his attack and killing of the Hunter earlier in the episode. Bo greets him and Dyson answers in a sullen tone. When Bo draws close, she can see that Dyson is holding an old picture of Piper. Dyson tells Bo that he had heard that she had died, but not that she had been pregnant, that he wasn’t around to know and adding: “Wasn’t big into long term in those days.” Bo tries to tell Dyson that this could all be a blessing but Dyson replies: “Bo. I love you. I do. I thank you for stopping by.” Dyson then stands and Bo sees his face for the first time, the expression on her face unreadable as she sees what is there. Dyson continues: “I just want to be alone tonight if that’s okay.” Bo hugs Dyson, kisses Dyson’s cheek and then turns and walks away, but before she can leave, Dyson calls after her: “Hey Bo? Thanks for watching our for my boy. He likes you. And he could use a Big Sis.” Bo manages a smile and comments: “Sis…Yeah. You know me.” and laughs once as she leaves Dyson alone.

The final scene of the episode begins with Dyson holding the bottle and looking at the photographs of the three human victims that were branded. Putting the bottle down, Dyson moves the photographs around until the three separate marks become one larger design. He stares at the pattern for a moment, then takes a drink while he walks away. As Dyson does so, the mark begins to sparkle, then arc with lightning before the photographs are burned where the design sits. As this finishes, there is the sound of thunder and lighting flashes outside of Dyson’s window as the episode ends.




Fade to black…


I absolutely have the hardest problem finding a single thing that I really enjoyed in this episode. There was so much not to like from Mark, who was a complete waste of space in every scene, to the core plot, which didn’t add much to the series as a whole, to the lack of getting further on the plans of Bo’s Father, which weren’t touched on to any real extent. The only thing, now that I think about it, is that I did like the one scene where Bo and Tamsin where “discussing” their issues. I did laugh at that, I thought that was well played, but nothing else in this episode really stuck in my thoughts.

Which brings me back to Mark, who is an afterthought, a ghost, an ill conceived notion. A character with no real redeeming qualities that eats up far too much screen time and is all flash and a smile that I would happily slap off him would I be close enough to do so. He was played so far over the top, was so overtly a conman, that how it was that Bo didn’t see through that was beyond me. Put on top of that Mark is Dyson’s son and I just hate the character with the intensity of a thousand suns. Why add a character like this? The only reason I can see if because Kenzi isn’t in the series any more and they needed a “young” character to draw the fans back. No, it doesn’t work that way. You don’t bring back fans by losing one of the most popular characters in your series and replacing them with a character that is stereotypical, uninteresting, and is a one note wonder.

The idea that Dyson has a son is fine, I can see that and accept it as a possibility. But to make the son so opposite from the father to the level where it’s hard to see any real connections is… wrong. It smacks of tropes, of going for the easy way to a story, and leaving so much other story threads on the floor unused. And speaking of that, Evony and Vex returned this week… Why?

Vex appears for a cameo, really nothing more and the same can be said of Evony. They popped in for a few short lines and then were gone. Two strong well known characters become relegated to the level of background in the story and not much more. This was more true of Evony I will admit, but while there was some passion and things to answer to between Vex and Dyson, that just went over the wrong way. Evony was less…. her… this episode as well. It should not matter that she’s human now, she still is a threatening viper and there should be a sense of fear around her. Lauren’s entire “being cute” routine was a waste of time and only served to set up a couple of jokes that didn’t work at all. It was only in her last appearance in the episode that a glimmer of “Miss Evil” appeared. There needs to be more of that as a start with her character. As for Vex? He needs more Vex. More of the street smart joker that we’re all looking for. He didn’t quite come off as he has in the past and I do miss that.

Then we come to what seems to be a new trope in the series which boils down to “Bo will screw anything!” Bo’s been intimate with her Stepmother, with Dyson’s son,  so who’s next? I cannot accept that Bo would just “fall” for Mark no matter how much he “seemed” like Dyson. Bo has never been that out of touch or out of control before and it seems to be a ongoing thing that needs to be dealt with. This is a lame theme for Bo to follow with, there are other plots that need to be touched on and they are.

That brings me to the “Dyson figures out what’s going on, but at the moment of revelation, gets a phone call and leaves” plot. That was simply not a good way to end what was a well done series of plot connections that he worked out with Vex and Lauren’s help. If that thread gets forgotten in the next episode, then what was the point of this in the first place? It would have been just as useful to do the same thing as last season and “make” the portal that Bo’s Father needed appear. It took less time and seems to be doing the same thing really.

I found that a total of eight minutes, four with Dyson, two with Tamsin and Bo, two with Trick, Vex and Dyson, were all that I paid attention to in the episode. That’s never going to make sense, provide a focus, and make the episode meaningful. I hope it is the worst this year, truly, but we are wasting so much time in getting to episodes that actually matter in important and telling ways.

On to the characters in the episode…

Bo… A mix of Boffy with a side order of soap opera drama queen and a dash of sheer lack of knowing what the hell is going on around her. Just didn’t seem like Bo, was much too flighty and in the end just disappointing.

Dyson…Actually it was good to see Dyson’s passion in Hale’s memory. Of trying to put Vex’s feet to the fire and see what came of it. But in that also came some truths about him that have been hinted at, but never said. It was, as a whole, a Dyson centric episode and it did that well if the rest of the episode wasn’t.

Lauren. Why… why have her do that fake accent in the first place? It was the sour point of the episode and everything that happened with Evony was Lauren being so full of herself and having power over Evony that she thought nothing could happen. But that wasn’t going to last and didn’t either. I will admit that “Dirty Lauren” and her gun was funny and well done however. But Lauren wasn’t… strong in this episode and didn’t take control of things when she might have when Mark went off the rails.

Tamsin: Really the scenes with Tamsin being catty were about the best ones of her. There was a lot to like in Tamsin this episode, but there were a few moments where she rubbed me the wrong way and that took a lot of the good out of things too. She’s turning away from being “Blonde Kenzi” and that’s good.

Trick. Too little Trick again. The one scene with him talking to Vex and telling him what Dyson would do to him was priceless and I loved that. But with all of the things going on at the Dal Riata, Trick could have been around more than he was.

Vex. I have missed you. I really have. But I still am. Vex… wasn’t all Vex until the moment it mattered most. The seriousness of his situation with Dyson ripped a lot of what makes Vex so much fun to watch. I hope he returns and I do hope it’s for more and more often, than happened this week.

Evony: Evony wasn’t. The story played up she is human and took away the fact that she’s deadly no matter what she is. There was a hint of the old Morrigan at the end of the episode, one that has been dearly missed, and I hope returns.

Mark. Someone please shoot him and not with darts either. Bury his character, toss him away and please never speak of him again. He’s one of those characters to hate on sight and considering he’s connected so tightly to the main characters I fear he’s coming back. I can wait. Seriously. I can wait until the tenth season. (In other words, keep him away from me or I’ll shoot him myself. Or pitchfork him, but then I’ll be burning the pitchfork and him as well.)

Persephone: Blink and you miss her. Actually don’t and you’ll miss her. Nothing learned, nothing gained… Whole lot of nothing going on.

Hunter: Nutbar wacko with a bad hairdo.

Maggie. More interesting than Mark by 1000%. It’s a shame she didn’t survive the episode.

Ted. Bedwarmer with not much else to remember about him either.

The rest of the characters were… just there. Nothing more. The background was as interesting as they were at times which is a shame.

Just a disappointment again as a whole for this episode. There wasn’t a lot to like, to stay with and to enjoy. That worries me and I hope that it doesn’t continue much longer…


My Review of When God Opens a Window

Keeping my interest – 2 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 2 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 2 Pitchforks

Storyline – 2 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 3 Pitchforks

Mythos – 3 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 2.3 Pitchforks out of 5


It is getting harder and harder to want to watch the series the season and that’s not good. There is so little of value, of purpose, of… interest. That investing the time to watch the show live when it airs seems like a waste. I can remember when I was looking forwards to watching the next episode but not now. Now I wonder about what else is on. I should be there, with the story, wanting to see what happens next, but the thrill seems to be leaving me and I don’t like it. I think with the addition of Mark in this episode the series went from focusing on the main cast to everything around them. The ensemble isn’t together any longer. The passion in the stories, the connections between the characters just seems wilting away.

The only thing that kept me in this episode were the little funny moments sprinkled through it. Moments where the characters we know and love came out for an instant before pulling away again. But otherwise the rest of the moments were stale, uninspiring and as such the episode felt like a time waster. As this is the last season, this never should have been. This episode should have been moving with purpose but instead we have teenage angst and a series of adults that can’t get themselves together. I’ve seen this sort of story before in 1980 teenage movies and I didn’t like them then and I don’t like them now.

Bo wasn’t all that much a Succubus again. She turned into a lost thing surrounded by choices and making some bad ones. If Bo has her Succubus mojo back, she’s lost a lot of her mind in this episode. From the first moment she “felt” something about Mark the alarms should have been going off but they didn’t. I cannot accept that in her case. Not with Bo being a Succubus. She’s come far enough in her story that she would know what Dyson “tastes” like and make the connection. Just written poorly I think.

It was nice to see the Dal and Bo’s place again and Lauren’s clinic was interesting as well. But the series keeps shooting in the dark, and while that makes the cast stand out, it causes unfamiliar locations to just… be murky. Not happy about this and I just don’t see why it has to be that way all of the time it seems.

With the exception of the Vex and Evony storylines, there wasn’t much in the plots that I cared about. Mark’s plot was time wasted most of all on a character that was dropped into the series and won’t be there long enough to make a real impact. Focusing the entire episode on him, most of all, took out so much time from the other plots that needed more time to develop. The imbalance was really clear to see and bothered a me a lot during the viewing.

I will say that the episode being, as a whole, Dyson centric was a good idea, but I can’t see the point to introducing a son. I can see the point of Dyson coming to terms with Vex, to figure out a mystery. I can see that well enough. So why add so much bad with his son? Tamsin as a character became more “alive” this episode, Bo didn’t. Lauren was far too off key, Trick wasn’t there long. The only characters that really gain a lot in this episode were Vex and Evony, more Vex I think, I’d like to know where that goes.

The series mythos grew a bit, both character wise and theme wise. The “Fae Kryptonite” was really interesting and the mystery of the markings on the bodies is still unfolding. There was a lot of good, solid, development in the universe that I think worked. The problem was to get to that, you needed to wade through the teenager angst and get past a character that sucked the life from the episode. I still do not believe this needed to turn out this way and I wonder how things might have been if Kenzi where still there.

Oh, but I know. Better. A lot more so. The series lost a lot more of its focus this week, and the problems of the past are getting more and more as time goes on. The core theme this season needed to be more out front but wasn’t. I fear this will be coming back to haunt the series before the curtain falls…


Next Week: It’s Your Lucky Fae

When an oracle goes missing, Bo poses undercover on a Fae dating website to lure the suspect out of hiding.

So there’s a Fae Harmony site? F-Harmony? eFarmony? I shudder at the possibilities.  I do wonder how Bo will be drawn into this mess, for one, but I am more uncertain with how this episode connects with the next one. All of the “moving things forward” plots have been shown in the last five minutes of the last two episodes. At least they had a tenuous connection to the main story, if barely but still. So how does it work with this summary? There’s another thing that bothers me and it’s a bigger problem.

According to the IMDb, Mark is back next week. I hate to say it, but I hope he’s cannon fodder or something so I’ll be put out of my misery watching him on the screen. I don’t honestly look forward to seeing Dyson and Mark “bond” or Bo winding up in bed with Mark again.  Been there, done that, have the bumper sticker and the lunch box. It will not gain any points with me the longer he is on the screen because I will just keep comparing him to Kenzi and he’s never going to measure up. And if Mark does buy the farm, I hope there isn’t a ten minute long cry session between him and Dyson and Bo that ends with Mark saying “Dad” and then dying in Dyson’s arms. Going that far into this trope would mark the end of my watching the series…

Okay, not really, but I don’t want to start giving out single pitchforks for an episode. That would hurt far too much when I think back on the second season most of all. You know, at the beginning of this season there was this thread of a plot, you might remember it, in which Bo’s Father was trying to get out of Hel and Bo was possibly going to be the Dark Queen. I seem to recall that was supposed to be the core of this season. If we are really lucky, maybe that will happen next episode.

But it won’t, not from that episode description. No, what we are going to have is another side plot that eats up a lot of time, does nothing and goes nowhere, and in the end we are left with nothing of note actually going on. I really hope I’m wrong, more than I can say. It’s a shame that the series  is turning so… soap opera… all of a sudden and I don’t see why it needed to.

However, it does keep the popcorn suppliers in the black so… That has to be worth something…



Jan 02 2015

A Review of Adventures of a Succubus Call Girl: The Stressed Out Senator by Eden Colt

Adventures of a Succubus Call Girl: The Stressed Out Senator by Eden Colt

Adventures of a Succubus Call Girl: The Stressed Out Senator by Eden Colt

The concept of a Succubus being a call girl isn’t really a new one. The idea appears from time to time, some authors not doing much with the concept other than using it as a means to get to the erotica they want to write.

But when you can tell a story about her, peek into her life, her wants and needs, who she is… That’s something special and unique.

The work tells of:

Felicity Grace is a life coach, who helps high powered clients with all sorts of challenges. But she’s also a Succubus, thriving off of sexual pleasure, and to keep herself satisfied Felicity has a side job as a high class call girl. When an old client needs a firm hand to help him relax, Felicity can’t resist.

One might expect a story like this to be a hot flash with little focus on the characters, a plot, or really anything other than the erotica. This isn’t that sort of story. While it is short, and really that’s more the shame. Felicity’s life is told in a way that is funny and leaves you wondering what her life is like as a whole.

She is a Succubus, there is no doubt of that, but she has no horns or tail, referring to herself as human with “supernatural sexual desires” which fits her very well. More perfectly in my opinion is that she clearly states that she is not the stereotypical Succubus who harms those she is with. That immediately made me like her even more.

She isn’t simply “there” in the story, she controls what happens, acts in a way that is both funny and erotic before the work turns towards Felicity “helping” the Senator that she has been asked to give a hand. She’s slightly dominant, again something that I like to see in Succubi, but it is more tuned towards making the erotica hotter.

The work has two wonderfully hot erotic scenes in it, both of which are told in a way that allows the story to move towards to their climaxes not in a rush, but through seduction. Felicity’s actions, her own needs as a Succubus, her powers, and the effect she has on the Senator are perfectly told and paint a picture in one’s thoughts. Just excellent storytelling that I enjoyed.

Well written, the author has a way of telling Felicity’s story that is funny, hot, passionate and gives her character that is so rare to find. Really there isn’t anything that takes one out of the story and while the majority of the work is about the erotica, the underlying story about Felicity herself ties the work together nicely. The only real problem is that the work is very short and that’s a shame. I like Felicity a lot, she has an attitude and personality that I found to be attractive, which can only make me like this work more.

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

Lovely heat, I do adore Felicity for who is she, and she’s someone that I would really like to read about again. But in a much longer story please? She deserves that.



Jan 01 2015

Succubi Image of the Week 363

It’s 2015 and for the first Succubi of the Week something I thought was… interesting. Now, I don’t really find a lot of art of Asian Succubi and I’m not exactly sure why that is. It seems to me that there should be all different kinds of Succubi so why is this so? Regardless, I found a lovely work on Pixiv that I think is wonderfully Succubish…

Succubus by foxide

Succubus by foxide

This work is actually untitled on Pixiv, but I’ll call it Succubus and it is by an artist on Pixiv named Foxide. You can find the original page with this art here on Pixiv.

I just like the overall look really… The outfit is interesting, I wish that I could see more of it, she has an interesting expression and that, more than anything else, drew me to this art. I can’t quite decide if she is sad, pensive or something else…

She does have the most interesting horns and if that is her tail hovering there to the side… That’s quite different isn’t it?

The artist’s style is very striking and as a whole I think the shading and highlights brings out her shape and form very well too…



Jan 01 2015

Happy Succubish New Year by JHB

My heart, being my heart, sent me a lovely work for New Year’s and, for the first Tale post on this 2015, the honour is his and the thanks is mine…



Twelve months of warm snuggling since this clock last tolled.
Eleven steps from the party where I spirited you away.
Ten fingers through your hair now that you’re safe in my hold.
Nine sweet, soft kisses in strategic places make your mind soft clay.
Eight buttons undone, then your shirt hits the floor.
Seven other pieces drop before I have you as I wish.
Six pillows break your bedfall, and you mine; you’re moaning “more . . .”
Five senses overloaded, leaving you wild-eyed and feverish.
Four limbs pinned down, me on top, drawing you in.
Three feet of red tail, wrapping around you, the tip tracing your spine.
Two green eyes glisten, becoming your world. I touch your chin.
One voice, all that you hear, whispering, “I’m so glad you’re still mine.”

Happy Succubish New Year.

With thanks and love always…


Dec 31 2014

The 2014 Succubi Year In Review

For Succubi in 2014, there were, as one might expect, some highlights and not-so much so lights. In a couple of cases the moments that were disappointing, for me at least, are surprising considering what they are. As such, this year, there are really ten good things, it’s more of a mix of the good and the wishing they were…

Here, in mostly order from best thing to not so much so, are my top ten of Succubi moments for 2014…

  1. The Devil Girls – The Sinfest online comic series continues to have the Devils appearing quite a lot and in that there has been a lot of growth with who they are, their relationships in the story, and perhaps something more than that. A sense that they are not exactly what is expected of them. And I think that would be interesting to see unfold in the coming year.
  2. Anything written by John Dylena – A very talented writer who wrote quite a number of works set in his Succubus’ Sub universe. There even was an appearance of a certain raven haired red tail which just made me smile. I look forward to the coming year and what John creates in the future.
  3. Thaumatology Book Series – The Thaumatology book series by Niall Teasdale continued this year… Still one of the best series for me personally and I recommend it more than I can say… Good writing is everything and Niall gives that and more with every book released. Highly, highly recommended.
  4. Succubus by Rob Hicks – An adult themed comic book that started this year and while the first issue was very much adult themed, there is what I think is a group of really interesting characters. Possibly the most interesting is one that is only mentioned in passing, but really want to know what they are like. Next issue is supposed to be appearing soon…
  5. Dangerously Chloe – Dangerously Chloe, at least for me towards the latter part of this year, lost me in that I just found the comic to be going off the rails and in directions that had less to do with the main character. Things just felt very random this year and I found that I wasn’t looking in on the series as much as I used to.
  6. Lost Girl Television series – I had high hopes for the return of Lost Girl and its final season, but I have to say from the first three episodes that I feel like the series has lost its way and not in a good way either. Kenzi no longer being part of the series to me feels like the heart and soul has been pulled out of it leaving wilted remains behind. I don’t have much hope for the rest of the season, and it being spilt into two parts won’t help as well I think. I hold out hopes that the series will not end on a trope at least, or Bo being alone, for if it does, then the entire series has no merit and that shouldn’t happen.
  7. Any Succubus Themed Book – I found that this past year that just about any writer with the slightest idea about Succubi was releasing a book about them… again. That wouldn’t bother me so much, except that so many never seem to see Succubi as anything but sex dolls or evil incarnate. That gets old, really fast for me. I think in the past year there have been only twenty books that I really did like a lot. Considering that something like 400 books came out in 2014, that’s a lousy ratio. As well, many of these books are less than 20 pages in length, still more less than 6 pages. And in all of those cases they are charging $3 for them. That, most of all, gets my tail up. It isn’t anything like fair play and I wish that there would be a legitimate listing by Amazon of the books they are selling with regards to their length. At least there would be some warning that we are being taken… in more ways than one. Maybe I need to get off my tail and write my own works to show what Succubi really are.
  8. Ancient Succubi –A film released this year in the United Kingdom that made me cringe when I watched it. Really it has so very little to do with Succubi and I didn’t care for it one bit either. If you like pain and suffering, this might interest you, but otherwise I just don’t Succubi in this film in anyway shape or form.
  9. Sleepy Hollow – This series had an episode this year with a Succubus that appeared as a minor character. While there was some good things about her, as a whole the series moved into the usual trope of the Succubus being more demonic than anything else and as a whole was a cardboard character with little or no value to her. Could have been a little better, but being that she was there for a single purpose in the series, that wasn’t going to happen and she isn’t likely to return again either.
  10. Any Halloween Costume with any connection to Succubi – This seems to be an ongoing thing really. It’s getting worse and worse by the year for costumes and I fear that its not going to get any better. Honestly I should try designing my own costumes and selling them for all of the junk that is out there. It’ll never happen of course, but I am so tempted.

And as for my site… A few highlights for the year that Succubus.net had:

  • The Tale has over 1.3 million views in total.
  • The Tale has over 2,600 posts on it.
  • The SuccuWiki has surpassed well over 11 million views.
  • The SuccuWiki contains 3,085 articles on Succubi.
  • The Gallery of the Succubi has over 4,300 images of Succubi.
  • The Tale and this site had their seventh anniversary in November.

None of this would be possible without the love and support of my family who make everyday brighter for me.

I wish you all a Happy 2014… May your coming year be happy and wonderful for you all…



Dec 30 2014

A Review of Murder by Succubus by Leona Bushman

Murder by Succubus by Leona Bushman

Murder by Succubus by Leona Bushman

I think that when a series is started by an author there needs to be one very important factor considered. The villain cannot be made of paper, be far less intelligent than the hero, and, in all honesty, should be equal to them in power, goals, and strengths.

In no case should the villain, especially if she is a Succubus, be stereotypical, single minded, or aloof. She should be a force to be reckoned with. That force should be her mind, her abilities and not, ever, simply showing that she does evil because she is a Succubus. That’s simply… boring.

  • Title: Murder by Succubus
  • Author: Leona Bushman
  • Length: 213 Pages
  • ASIN: B00L5WE62A
  • Publishing Date: June 20, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

The summary tells of:

Succubus versus the devil’s son: who will win the fight for the soul mates’ souls?

Kristen and Ken, high school sweethearts, reconnect over a dead body who turns out to be Ken’s boss. Still, their feelings rise stronger than before.

Damian O’Brien’s personal mission is protecting soul mates. Hell likes nothing better than stealing the souls of humans who are soul mates to be severed for all time. Damian lives to thwart his father, the leader of Hell.

Fighting a powerful Succubus and her high-level demons forces Damian to work with his father and angels. Can he save the soul mates without losing the one thing that keeps him safe from his father’s clutches—Damian’s human soul?

Damien is a detective and there’s another murder in the city. But that murder comes with strings attached… and none of them are human ones. His past comes to haunt him and with that past comes a Succubus at the centre of it all.

Overall the work is a well told mystery-adventure with many varied and interesting characters. There are layers to each of them which are hidden in both shadow and light, the futures and possibilities unclear until the right moment when they come to the fore. The setting is just a bit different than reality and it is in that difference where the author shines.

Damien, the centre of this work, is unique, with a past that is not told in full here. That’s a bit of a shame because the hints about himself and his parents, especially his mother are gripping, but there isn’t really a payoff in the case of his mother while his father isn’t a surprise, the series is called “Devil’s Son” after all. It is odd as through the story he keeps trying not to say that the Devil is his father and that becomes a bit old by the end of the work.

Kenny and Kristen are the other main characters here and they are soulmates, which I rather thought was a neatly told and played thing in this universe. There’s a deeply held love between the two of them that I dearly enjoyed from beginning to end. The connections and changes in their lives as the story went on just made them feel like a real couple in love which, again, I adored. There is a lot of confusion, both in  their relationship and as well what they are both capable of which connected the rest of the work together.

The Devil was not a stereotype thankfully in his short appearances and neither really were the angels or devil or for that matter any of the overall supporting characters.

The only real problem was the single succubus of the work Shanara. She is the main presence of evil in this work and as such I expected quite a lot from her. I didn’t get what I thought I would from her. She’s mostly stereotypically evil, likes pain and sex and… that’s honestly about all there is to say about her. Her physical form is only vaguely hinted at, mainly that she is beautiful but in that beauty is the evil she is. She is described as the “biggest bad ass” in Hell and if that means she likes to cause pain, control others, and as a whole simply be evil for the sake of it, then yes she is.

My problem with her is that she would have to be more than this surface image she gives for the plans and efforts she makes and that part of her isn’t told. There are brief mentions of her being more, but that doesn’t pay off in this work. In the end it comes down to sword fights, blood and violence when push comes to shove and that doesn’t seem right for a succubus. She shouldn’t have to depend on violence to get her goals, but in this work that doesn’t happen.

There are several plot threads that are left open by the end of this work, but considering it is the beginning of a series, I can understand why that is. Still several of them were core to the plot, but they didn’t go anywhere by the end of it.

As much as I loved so much about this work, Shanara really disappointed me and that shouldn’t have happened. It’s quite clear that she’s the main threat to Damien going forwards and as such she should have had more presence than she did. One side of a story isn’t all of the story… and there’s a lot that I felt was left on the table here.

Four out of five pitchforks.

The story is really well done, the characters are amazing and the world is richly told. The problem is that the Succubus of the work isn’t. And it’s not clear why she wasn’t.



Dec 29 2014

Storm Clouds 214 by TeraS

A little more Chapter 39 this week… A few minor additions and so on as well to that chapter too…

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


Storm Clouds 214
Chapter 36
By TeraS


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry for being late.”

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

“How are you managing, Dear One?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I see. And the two over there?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

“Which means we wait.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Which means we start with … ?”

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

“You assume she is being held?”

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

He nodded: “A key.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And Tom?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If not you, then who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did warn you.”

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Storm Clouds
Chapter 37
By TeraS


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“After you, Billy.”

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

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

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

Donna smiled: “A little bit … maybe.”

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

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

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

“I don’t get it. Sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Billy shrugged: “Okay.”

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

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

“Could say the same about you, too.”

“Not cute. Cute isn’t a guy thing.”

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

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

“Because you’re shy?”


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

“Wadda ya’ have in mind?”

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

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

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

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

Donna looked confused: “Why?”

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

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

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




Storm Clouds
Chapter 38
By TeraS


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

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

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

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

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

“So? What’s bugging you?”

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come again?”

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

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

“That’s yet another story.”

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A collective, then?”

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


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

“Otherwise Tera might be disappointed.”

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

“Have you?”

“You know the answer to that.”

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

“You’re still here.”

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

“So, what did she do?”

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

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

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

“Got another question.”


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

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

“Sounds ominous.”

“Wouldn’t call them ominous, exactly.”

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

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

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

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

“What? Hellhounds?”

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

Tom huffed dangerously: “Nina …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The door closed behind them without a sound.


Storm Clouds
Chapter 39
By TeraS


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

“I … do NOT … snore.”

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

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

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

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

“Considering that my apartment is right under the flight path to the airport, I think I have a good idea what it sounds like.”

“Well at least no one will hear me when I rant at you about being late … or lazy.”

The look Jane gave him was the one he knew well enough by now. It was a mix of “Just try me” and “Why haven’t you?” After wiping his face with a towel, John decided that the best thing to do was get right to the point, no matter how things were going to turn out from here.

“Jane. I need to take a break.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jane smiled: “Maybe you should have.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And … so you lied to me.”

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

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

“That’s the problem.”

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

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

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

“And that’s all?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Truth, John?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why does that worry me, Jane?”

She laughed, joyfully: “It should. After all, we both need a shower.”

John didn’t exactly resist when she took his hand and started pulling him towards the showers …