Mar 07 2012

It’s red, it is a costume, but not quite Succubus enough as one…

Now some costumes for Succubi and Devil Girls have red in, or on them… That only makes sense of course… But why is it that there are so many fewer costumes that don’t have a tail as well?

It actually bothers me a lot really…

Darling Demon CostumeNow there has been a Darling Demon Costume on the Tale in the past… But that one was really very bad and as I remember it, received a quarter pitchfork rating…

So, let’s call this one a reincarnation of that costume and give it a chance?

This is called, as I said, the Darling Demon Costume. It comes with the sequin flame detail halter dress and the devil horn headband.

And that’s all.

The pitchfork and shoes are not included and the costume sells for about $75 US…

It’s not honestly that bad I think…

Now the pitchfork is bad, but it’s not included so that’s a good thing… The shoes aren’t either, but they really do work well with this costume I think at least..

The horns aren’t too large or silly, another good thing, and I have to say that I like the dress quite a lot as well…

No tail however, bit of a disappointment there…

While the front of the dress is sequinned, the back of it isn’t. It is red fabric, but it makes the dress seem cheap which is a shame really… I think that having the entire dress being sequinned would have really made this something special…

And the model makes the entire look work well, especially her look and the matching lipstick was a nice touch too… it’s nice to see when some thought is given to presentation instead of throwing things together…

I’ll give this costume four pitchforks out of five.

Cute, sexy, can really wear it anywhere and it can be a lot of fun.

But fix the back of the dress and give it a tail for a five….



Mar 06 2012

Desires 19

Sometimes a trap isn’t seen for the promise you see within it… That might be something that the Queen of the Succubi has to work on a little for her own good sometimes…


Desires – Truths

By MZ and Tera S

Part Eight

I took a breath at his words and in a quivering voice managed to say, “If wishes were horses….”

I stood up and walked away from him, as I considered his words. He asked for so much from me. He had no idea that all that he wanted I gave him already. But he wanted a sacrifice….

I found myself standing in front of a wrought iron bookstand holding a volume of the Book of Evil. Unbidden by me the pages began to turn until they stopped at a spell. I read it and then looked at Curtis again.

I took a long look at him and then said, “If powerless is what you believe, then that is what must happen then…”

I lifted the page up from the book and then tore it from the book. The book snapped closed and then a seal appeared around it. The other volumes of the Book of Evil, and the other books of magic and power in my library were sealed off from me and from all other beings for the duration of the spell. I walked back to Curtis and said, “Read this spell. As much of it as you can read… Do not stop until you cannot read anymore of it….”

I looked at him and said, “You want a sacrifice. You will have it….”

I fell to my knees in front of him and looked at him with all the love in my heart for him. No matter what happened next…. That would remain…



Love is a sacrifice isn’t it?

Ah but what is sacrificed here?



Mar 05 2012

Storm Clouds 159 – An ongoing Succubi Story

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

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

Something added this week, believe it or not… I think it helps and mebby we’ll be moving on again soon as well…


Storm Clouds 159

Chapter 21

By TeraS


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

That was almost true.

She could, and did . . . regularly.

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

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

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


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

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

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

And, unlike some beings, she kept her promises.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She would always owe that person for that gift.

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

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

And it would soon learn.

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

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

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

Fingerprints leave smudges, after all …

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

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

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



Storm Clouds

Chapter 22

By TeraS

“I think I am.”

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

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

She smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good or bad?”

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

“If I don’t?”

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know.”

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

… and what the sword now held upon its blade.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

The look she gave him spoke volumes.

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

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

“Give it back to me first!”

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

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

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

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

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

Tom shrugged, “Cats like me.”

She looked at him for a long, long moment.

“That’s good.”


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

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



Storm Clouds

Chapter 23

By TeraS

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

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

There would be … What would there be?

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then John saw her.

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

But that meant nothing to him.

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

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

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

Then all was quiet again.

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

“Well … that explains a lot.”

From the smoke and fire, Jane came into view to the other side of the rubble. “Damn it, Tera! We don’t have the right to do this!”

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

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

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

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

“It’s not a good enough reason!”

Tera looked bemused, “Oh it is … It most certainly is.” She then reached around behind Jane and took a hold of something there, making Jane gasp in surprise. Tera then showed the tip of a grey tail to Jane, a tail that was connected to her body. “Daughter, you look like yourself.” Then Tera, that enigmatic smile still on her lips. released Jane’s tail.

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

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

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

Jane didn’t answer the questions. She didn’t have the answers.

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

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

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

Jane mumbled, “B Plus.”

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

“I passed because a certain Queen made me work at it harder than anything I have done before.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Tera… I’m not. Honestly.”

“Oh, I’m not mad at you Jane, perish the thought… No, what I am however is very confused at this moment.”

Jane looked to where Tera was focusing and saw something that she didn’t, couldn’t expect to see. There in the rubble, was John, but the woman that he had saved… wasn’t.

“Tera, what’s going on?”

“We missed something while talking Daughter. Something happened here and we didn’t pay attention to it when we should have been.”

Jane’s look was one of confusion, so Tera continued: “Something, or someone, took that woman away after the ceiling collapsed and we missed it.”


“That’s the question isn’t it? Why take her away? Why make him forget about all of this? What was the point of it?”

Tera rubbed her fingertips over her temples and sighed: “We’ll just have to start all over again and this time not look away.”

In the next moment, the collapse of the ceiling happened again, John saved the woman and all was quiet once more. But seconds later, the two succubi saw what came next.

A black shadow fell over John and the woman, covering them both and then vanishing, taking the woman with it and leaving John behind… alone.

“Tera, what was that?”

“Something I hope you never have to face… The Dark.”

“Tera… Why would it care about either of them?”

“Oh that’s easy… It wanted the woman, it didn’t care about John. But taking her and leaving him with these memories would have been worse. So it damaged him, made him forget about what he actually did, and then continued on its plan.”

“Tera… you are being evasive.”

“I have an idea of who the woman is Daughter. A pretty good one, but I don’t like where that idea is leading me.”

“Who is she?”

Tera ran one hand through her hair and sighed, “It has to be Patricia.”

Jane just stared at Tera in disbelief…

Mar 04 2012

A Review of The Graveyard Night by William King

I stumbled across a short story on Amazon the other day and I thought the premise of the story was interesting as was the possibility of a Succubus, or a being like one, appearing in it. Now, unfortunately, a Succubus doesn’t appear in this work, but the being that does is interesting in her own way and, I thought at least, was close enough to a Succubus that she should be talked about on the Tale a bit…

The Graveyard Night by William King

The Graveyard Night by William King

The story is told as:

Erabys was a Paladin once, a warrior-wizard sworn to the cause of Light. That was a long time ago. He’s something else now and there are times when not even he is sure what. He does a lot of dirty jobs in a city where even the Angels are corrupt.

Now Erabys must aid a tomb robber who has strayed into the wrong crypt and awoken a lamia, a vampiric female demon, part-snake, part-succubus. His desperate quest takes him into a monster haunted Necropolis to face his darkest fears.

Erabys is  a wizard for hire, and Baalan a grave robber needs his help, and that beings a neat little story of this universe that I rather enjoyed reading. The author does well in explaining the universe, as much as is needed for the story, and more so makes both characters interesting and real to the reader.

Now of course the villain of the work, such as she is, is the recently deceased Lady Ayesha. What is interesting about her, at least now, is that Baalan has found that she is alive in her tomb… And she isn’t human any longer.

She has been transformed into something called a Lamia. Now those that have played Dungeons and Dragons might recognize that word, and you can read about that here in the SuccuWiki,  but in this case, Ayesha isn’t that. She is more like this more classical version of the myth you can read about on the SuccuWiki as well.

In this work, a Lamia is described as a union of the undead and a demon that creates a being that is a half woman, half-serpent being with powers of persuasion similar to that of a Succubus. That makes Ayesha, when she appears, very interesting in that she isn’t like the typical creature of evil.

She’s thoughtful, at least to Erabys at least, and I thought that in her own way she was more of a seductive being in doing so. I don’t personally care for a “evil” being that is evil for the sake of it and in this case the reasons for her transformation make a good deal of sense and fall nicely into the method of a Lamia’s creation in this universe.

The author has written other works in the fantasy realm such as Death’s Angels, The Serpent Tower and Guardian of the Dawn, which are interesting short works on their own, but to me this work and the character of Ayesha was the best of them.

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

I have to admit that Ayesha reminds me of my Succubi Queen self, and that perhaps makes the latter half of this story is what gives it the rating that it has from me…



Mar 03 2012

Another Morrigan Aensland Tribute YouTube…

Time for another Morrigan Aensland tribute video that I found on YouTube recently… Some of the images quite nice of this very popular Succubus, but some really I think don’t show her that well…

And if you can’t see it here, click on this link:

One of the images that I don’t quite understand is the one where she is showing her toes to the viewer… Now that sort of thing I am sure some people like, but not me personally…

Couple of really nice images at the beginning of the video, but honestly overall I don’t think that the majority of the art here is really placing Morrigan in a good light…

The music is fitting for her anyway…



Mar 02 2012

A Review of Dragon’s Blood by Niall Teasdale

My favourite book series has another story, and so I will be reviewing it of course this week… The series is by the author Niall Teasdale and tells the story of Ceridwyn Brent and the universe she lives in… and there are, or is, a very important Succubus in the series named Lily Carpenter who I have come to love. My first review of his first book, Thaumatology 101, you can find here. And I reviewed the second book in the series, Demon’s Moon here on the Tale as well. And, of course, I reviewed the third book in the series, Legacy as well. Then I reviewed a collection of short stories from this universe called Tales from High Towers’ Study.  This week I will be reviewing the fourth book in the series, Dragon’s Blood which reveals much about this world and opens doors towards many more questions…

Dragon's Blood by Niall Teasdale
Dragon’s Blood by Niall Teasdale

This book in the series tells of:

Ceridwyn Brent and her boss, Cheryl Tennant, are on a mission. Prove their thaumic power generation system works, provide almost limitless, clean electricity for Great Britain and the rest of the world, and maybe sort out their slightly overcomplicated private lives. The first trial of the generator is to take place at Stonehenge, a Neolithic monument built five thousand years ago during a spike in magical activity, though no one really knows why. Uncovering the secret of why the great henge was built uncovers a secret about Ceri and why she is a sorceress. Unfortunately, their private lives are not getting any less entangled any time soon.

But as Ceri tries to deal with the knowledge she has gained, and cope with giving a lecture at a prestigious academic conference, an old adversary returns, determined to destroy her. As the bodies start to pile up and no one seems able to find the murderer, Ceri and Lily, her half-succubus lover, must go out on their own and seek help from their sworn enemies in order to fight back.

Amidst the chaos and death, Ceri must still seek out and unlock the secret of the dragons and their blood. Her future could depend upon it.

It’s very hard not to spoil the entire story in this review. The overarching questions about Ceri begin to be answered, and the answers are, quite simply, unexpected. What Ceri had gone through during the story of Demon’s Moon really comes to hit her very hard and it’s somewhat disheartening to see the amount of pain and fear that she carries with her.

A pivotal moment in the first book returns to threaten Ceri, and in ways that are unexpectedly violent in nature. Whether or not that threat disappears is, I think, something that is yet to be seen. We learn a great deal about how this universe works outside of the small parts of England that we have seen in the series so far. The hints about China, Australia and the United States really ground the series very well and make it, if not easier, more possible to send Ceri and Lily to new places to see.

It’s good to see many characters from the series returning again for this story, but also that they haven’t remained static since the last time we have seen them. They have made choices, lived lives, and, occasionally, made choices that have changed them forever. What’s more, one particular character, who seemed to be nothing really special earlier in the series, is now very much a part of Ceri’s life, and has given her answers that she never expected.

How those answers change her life, her relationship with Lily, and her world, I think will be amazing to watch unfold. Ceri’s secret, and who it draws into her life, was completely unexpected. I didn’t see the reveal coming until it happened, but there are hints along the way about it. The trick, and the author managed this well, was that what the hints are is vague enough and innocent enough that some readers might miss them… you shouldn’t.

Lily is of course a large part of this story as well. But her father also appears, an in doing so quite a lot about Succubi and Incubi in this universe are revealed. Again, I won’t spoil that, but, the reasons and the effect that Ceri has on them, is completely understandable in the mythos that the author has created and within the rules as well. I liked that Lily grows in her power, and that Ceri is a great part of that transformation. I have the feeling that in doing so, this will come to cause a problem for Ceri and Lily soon. I’m just not sure how exactly.

There are three new characters that appear in this story, and they are possibly the most mysterious and powerful ones that have appeared so far. I have to say the most mysterious one, the one that connects most deeply to Ceri… I want to know more about her than we do. I’m hoping that Cheri will meet her somewhere that allows them to discover each other. I think there is something important to come from that relationship, but I am not sure if it is for good, bad, or indifference…

But that’s the core of this series isn’t it? It’s the relationships between the characters that matter, it’s what drives the series forward, and it makes it well worth the time to read and enjoy. The moments of what happens to them, what happens as a result, and where things go from there is the icing on the cake when you have the characters to support the journey…

And it’s a really, really fascinating one this time…

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

Once again, a riveting story that uses all of the past in the series to build upon, but not to give you all of the answers. You are left with questions that you hope will be answered in another story to come… and the one after that, and the one after that…

The mark of a good author is to leave you wanting more. This author has that gift within them…

The fifth book in the series, Disturbia will be released tomorrow, March 3rd, 2012, and I can hardly wait to see what comes next…

My page turning tail awaits…



Mar 01 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 218

For this week’s Succubus, I found a very interesting work that, in a way, blends the modern view of Succubi with that of older times…

But that’s not to say she isn’t beautiful in her own way…

Succubus by Midnightcat

Succubus by Midnightcat

I found this art on the website, the art is called Succubus and is by Midnightcat. You can find the original page on that site here where it was first shown.

I find it interesting the contrasts of her beauty and the just barely visible more animalistic-like qualities she has. The jewelry is positioned in places that add to a certain amount of allure that she shows, but its not crass which is nice to see…

Her ram horns are somewhat larger than I typically like, but they suit her really well honestly as do her wings… I’m slightly confused about her tail and how much hair seems to be on it. We also don’t know if she has a spaded or heart-tipped tail, which is a bit of a shame…

I’m fairly sure that she would have hooves however as her body is slightly heavier and more muscular than what most art of Succubi have…

Really a strong piece of art of a Succubus…

There has to be a story about her somehow…