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My hair was burned off. I felt tears run down my cheeks. Sam took my hand and gripped it, and we were still sitting like that when the firefighters rushed in. He released my hand to rub his left over his right, and he definitely winced this time. Sheriff Dearborn was probably in his late fifties by now, and he showed every minute of it. Now he looked like a gray one. He spent a few minutes going around the bar, watching where his feet went, almost sniffing the disarray.
Finally he was satisfied and came up to stand in front of me. He wandered off without waiting for an answer. Sam got up slowly and turned to reach his left hand to me. I gripped it and he pulled. Time stood still for a few minutes. I had to think that I was maybe a bit in shock. As Sheriff Dearborn completed his slow and careful circuit of the bar, he arrived back at Sam and me.
By then we had another sheriff to deal with. Eric Northman, my boyfriend and the vampire sheriff of Area Five, which included Bon Temps, came through the door so quickly that when Bud and Truman realized he was there, they jumped, and I thought Bud was going to draw his weapon. Eric gripped my shoulders and bent to peer into my face.
It was like his concern gave me permission to drop my bravery. I felt a tear run down my cheek. Just one. Eric circled me to evaluate the hair situation. It rolled through the bond between us, just as my fear and shock had alerted him to my danger. One corner of my brain pictured a pink ambulance screeching to a halt outside to disgorge emergency beauticians with cases of scissors, combs, and hair spray.
Sam looked astonished at this rebuke, and the beginnings of anger flickered across his face. Eric was scary enough when he was in a good mood, much less when his fangs ran out as they did now. Strong emotion does that to a vamp. I felt his own rage that something had happened to me that he had not been able to prevent.
This was an overreaction. Eric was mad, sure, but normally he was also quite pragmatic. I looked up at him, puzzled. Maybe that had been a mistake. Something big was pressing on him, and all this anger was a by-product. Eric had had the ability for give or take a thousand years, so he disregarded their amazement.
He was focused on me, his fangs still out. He finally calmed down enough to get my subtext. Bud and Truman looked mighty relieved. The tension ratcheted down a few notches. He cleaned the bar when everyone was gone and came in occasionally to substitute for Sam. Sometimes he just hung at the bar watching people come in and out. Terry did not have much of a social life. As soon as Bud declared himself satisfied, Eric and I went to my car. He took the keys from my shaking hand. I got in the passenger side.
He was right. Eric pulled around back where I always park, and I scrambled out of the car to hurry through the house to unlock the front door. Eric followed me at a leisurely pace. He was preoccupied and still dealing with his temper.
I was shocked by the whole incident. He was a young human, maybe twenty-one, and thin to the point of emaciation. Pam smiled at the expression on my face, which I hastily transformed into something more welcoming. He was extremely nervous.
His eyes darted to me, away from me, took in Eric, and then kind of strafed the room to absorb it. A flicker of contempt crossed his clean-shaven face as he took in the cluttered living room, which was never more than homey even when it was clean. Pam thumped him on the back of his head. His nose twitched. I scrambled to absorb it. His lips were pressed together in a very tight line.
I could feel his skepticism pulsing along the line that bound us. How would I know? Even for the circumstances, Eric was in a foul mood. The hairdresser had a flat leather case tucked under one of his skinny arms. He glanced at me, then back down at the floor.
My three guests trailed behind me, and I dragged the stool into the middle of the floor. There was just enough room for everyone when Pam and Eric sat on the other side of the table. Eric was glowering at Immanuel in an ominous way, and Pam was simply waiting to be entertained by our emotional upheavals.
I clambered up on the stool and made myself sit with a straight back. My legs were smarting, my eyes were prickly, and my throat was scratchy. But I forced myself to smile at the hairstylist. Immanuel was real nervous. Immanuel took the elastic band off my ponytail. There was a long silence while he regarded the damage. My vanity got hold of me. Reaction was definitely getting the upper hand, now that I was safe at home.
To my shame, I reacted much the same way as if that had been the news. I could feel tears well up in my eyes, and my lips were quivering. I told myself. My eyes slewed left when Immanuel set his leather case on the kitchen table.
He unzipped it and took out a comb. There were also several pairs of scissors in special loops and an electric trimmer with its cord neatly coiled. Have hair care, will travel.
Pam was texting with incredible speed. She was smiling as though her message were pretty damn funny. Eric stared at me, thinking many dark thoughts. I sighed and returned my gaze to straight ahead. I loved Eric, but at the moment I wanted him to take his broodiness and shove it.
It felt strange when he reached the end of its length, and a little tug and a funny sound let me know that some of my burned hair had fallen to the floor. Then you wash. Then I cut again. I wanted to throw something heavy at my honeybun.
And I wanted it to smack him right in his stubborn, handsome head. However, he did seem to pick up on my feeling that he was being a total pain, and he shut up and got a hold on himself.
The relief was tremendous. Immanuel, whose hands were surprisingly steady for someone cooped up in a kitchen with two vampires one remarkably irritable and a charred barmaid, combed until my hair was as smooth as it could be. Then he picked up his scissors. I could feel the hairdresser focusing completely on his task. Immanuel was a champion at concentration, I discovered, since his mind lay open to me. The burned bits drifted to the floor like sad snowflakes. I wondered if Eric would join me, since I knew from past experience that he liked my shower.
The way I felt, it would be far better if he stayed in the kitchen. I pulled off my smelly clothes and ran the water as hot as I could stand it. It was a relief to step into the tub and let the heat and wetness flow over me. When the warm water hit my legs, it stung. Chapter 2 I stuffed my grimy, reeking clothes into the hamper in my bathroom.
Only then did I remember looking down to see my apron on fire. As I examined my legs, I realized it could have been much worse.
The sparks had caught my apron, not my pants, and Sam had been very quick with the extinguisher. Now I appreciated his checking the extinguishers every year; I appreciated his going down to the fire station to get them refilled; I appreciated the smoke alarms. I had a flash of what might have been. Deep breath, I told myself as I patted my legs dry.
Deep breath. Think of how good it feels to be clean. It had felt wonderful to wash away the smell, to lather up my hair, to rinse out all the smell along with the shampoo. This suspicion gained more weight when I added in the speed and agility of the runner and the strength and accuracy of the throw—the bottle had come at the window harder than a human could have hurled it, with enough velocity to shatter the window. Something about the vampire condition causes them to be extra flammable.
It would take a very confident, or very reckless, fanger to use a Molotov cocktail as a weapon. For that reason alone, I was inclined to put my money on the bomber being a twoey—a shapeshifter or were of some variety. Of course, there were other sorts of supernatural creatures like elves and fairies and goblins, and they were all quicker than humans. But as I patted myself dry and combed through my wet hair feeling how strange it was that my comb completed its passage much more quickly , I worried about sharing my suspicions with Eric.
When a vampire loves you—even when he simply feels proprietary toward you—his notion of protection can be pretty drastic. Eric loved going into battle; often he had to struggle to balance the political savvy of a move with his instinct to leap in with a swinging sword.
I looked at my bed with longing before I left my room to rejoin the strange crowd in the kitchen. This time my new hairdresser unfolded a thin, shoulders-only plastic capelet and tied it around my neck. He combed through my hair himself, eyeing it intently. Pam scowled at her cell phone. A text had displeased her.
The pale golden mane, straight and fine, was pushed off her face with a blue headband. And pearls. Victor is still our leader. Our requests go unanswered. Where is Felipe? We need him. Whoa, trouble in paradise. The tense atmosphere was getting to Immanuel, who was wavering in and out of his focus on his job. Are you having a garage sale? She goes shopping with other men. What kind of husband are you? The next second the two were rolling on the floor in a serious attempt to damage each other.
It seemed inevitable that they would slam into the stool, and of course they did in a second. Over I went to join them on the floor, banging my shoulder against the counter in the process.
One of the vampires might have grabbed them as a weapon, or the gleaming scissors might have become embedded in some part of me. We scuttled out of the kitchen and into the living room. We stood, panting, in the middle of the cluttered room, staring down the hall in case the fight followed us.
I could hear crashing and banging, and a persistent snarly noise I finally identified as growling. He was handling this with amazing calm. I was glad to have some human company.
The situation is, my sister is sick and getting sicker, and Pam really wants to bring her over before Mir gets any worse. Though he maintained his casual facade, I could read the pain underneath, and the fear and worry. But she was right. I am the best hairstylist in Shreveport. He was absolutely right. In the meantime, my kitchen was getting wiped out. When I realized he could make the whole thing stop at any time he chose, I lost my own temper.
Though Immanuel made an ineffective grab at my arm, I stomped on my bare feet into the hall bathroom, got the handled pitcher Claude used when he cleaned the bathtub, filled it with cold water, and went into the kitchen.
I was walking a little wonky after the fall from the stool, but I managed. Eric was on top of Pam, punching away at her. His own face was bloody. Maybe she feared he would bite. I stepped into position, estimating trajectory.
When I was sure I had it right, I pitched cold water on the battling vampires. I was putting out a different kind of fire, this time. Standing with my feet braced, empty pitcher in my hand, I gave them glare for glare. Then I turned on my heel and walked away. Immanuel was surprised to see me return in one piece.
He shook his head. You should come in and get some highlights. I charge more than anybody else in Shreveport. We were silent, listening for renewed combat in the kitchen. It was true that Pam and Eric had been lovers right after he turned her.
On the other hand. When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blond hair. By the roots. In clumps. Yes, I am. I preferred to think of it as having a more evolved sense of privacy. Finally, Pam and Eric came into the living room, and Immanuel and I sat forward on the edge of our seats, not knowing what to expect. Though the two vampires were expressionless, their defensive body language let me know that they were ashamed of their loss of control.
Eric opened his mouth to speak, but I jumped in first. You two are liable for anything you broke, and I want you to leave this house right now. This night, though, that was not gonna happen.
Both were strong and ferocious, but vampires literally found fairies irresistible, like cats and catnip. Thanks for the haircut, Immanuel.
Eric, I appreciate your thinking about my hair care needs. Pam gave me a long look as she passed me. Were you hurt? At another time I would have accepted this rare apology, but not tonight. But Eric stepped out the front door, finally.
I was too tired and too aggravated to summon up any kind of loving expression. I think Eric got in the car with Pam and the hairdresser for the drive back to Shreveport. Possibly he was too battered to fly.
What the hell was up with Pam and Eric? I tried to tell myself it was not my problem, but I had a sinking feeling that it really, really was. Claude and Dermot came in the back a moment later, ostentatiously sniffing the air. The nearness of one fairy to another is both healing and soothing.
Even with as little fairy blood as I had, I found the proximity of both Claude and Dermot comforting. And no matter what Niall had done, or how dubious his decisions were, I felt that love all over again when I was near him. But I think I better fall into bed by myself tonight. You guys sleep well.
I woke in the morning to the sound of knocking at the door. Rumple-headed and bleary, I dragged myself through the living room and looked through the peephole. I opened the door and yawned in his face. Come on in. You can? You want to? Even slouching around in rumpled jeans, Claude walked with a grace that drew attention to his beauty.
Sam gave an unconscious sigh and shook his head slightly as his eyes followed Claude, gliding down the hall as though he had ball bearings in his hip joints. I started to tell Sam that he was plenty attractive, that women in the bar mooned over him more than he thought; but in the end, I kept my mouth shut. I had to let Sam have the privacy of his own thoughts. I could get the odd thought, the general mood, but seldom anything more specific. Just as lagniappe. I set a chair on its legs, and Sam dragged the table back into position.
My napkin holder was broken, too, and it had survived the fire of a year and a half ago. I double-sighed. Well, five good ones. That was plenty. I made some coffee. While Sam was carrying the garbage bag outside, I ducked into my room to get ready. Sam had seen me under all sorts of conditions.
Dermot was in the kitchen, too. Judging from the sound of running water, Claude was in the shower. I eyed the bakery box longingly, but I was all too aware that my jeans were feeling tight. I felt like a martyr as I poured a bowl of Special K and sprinkled Equal on the cereal and added some 2 percent milk. When Sam looked as though he wanted to make a comment, I narrowed my eyes at him. He grinned at me, chewing a mouthful of jelly-filled. If you need my bathroom. I rinsed my bowl in the sink.
I think Eric was right to bring someone to cut it last night. Eric or Dermot? And also, he looks way too much like Jason. Keeping track has helped us survive. I could tell that Sam had already stretched those limits for me. We were each preoccupied with our own thoughts for the rest of the drive. While Eric was dead for the day, I felt alone in my skin, and usually I enjoyed that feeling. It was more like during the dark hours, I could feel his life continuing parallel to mine—I knew he was working or arguing or content or absorbed in what he was doing.
A little trickle of awareness, rather than a book of knowledge. That was true. Not you as a shapeshifter, but you as a person. Jannalynn have a vengeful ex, anything like that? He shrugged. Pretty soon we were pulling up to the antiques shop, which was located in a former paint store in a down-sliding older business street in Shreveport. The big front windows were sparkling clean, and the pieces that had been positioned there were beautiful. The largest was what my grandmother had called a hunt sideboard.
It was heavy and ornate and just about as tall as my chest. The one in the center, positioned to show that it was the cream of the crop, was sea green and blue and had cherubs stuck on it.
I thought it was hideous, but it definitely had style. Sam and I looked at the display for a moment in thoughtful silence before we went in. A bell—a real bell, not an electronic chime—jangled as we pushed open the door.
A woman sitting on a stool behind a counter to the right looked up. She pushed her glasses up on her nose. We get it, they are power hungry. And it was hard for me to read this last book knowing that this is kind of the beginning of the end of their relationship…. So I did have a hard time reading this one…. At any rate as I said before this book was better than the last and a lot of things loose ends are being tied up. I felt like after that we have just been waiting…..
I think Harris did deliver in this book…. It will be very interesting to see what the next book will hold and what direction things will go with all the characters…. Yes the series is amazing and I would give this installment of the series a 3.
Book: Dead Reckoning by Charlaine Harris. Recommendation: 3. I totally agree with this review and everything you said!! You partake in this life, these are the realities that come with it. We're alive. Isn't that what you wanted most? I don't know what CH is going to have her do but I find this turning point really compelling. She scares herself. I thought it was a very clever, deep scene. Oh wait.. The potential Fairy plot is quite devious.
It seems as if CH is foreshadowing someone playing dress up in Eric or someone else's skin to potentially get Sook's up the duff? Funnily enough, I felt the worst for Sookie in regard to Amelia.
Not that Amelia's meddlesome betrayal was a surprise to me, I figured it was only a matter of time but she really went all out. She is quite often, alone. And that theme featured a lot in this installment. Her really feeling the isolation in this installment esp. Poor Sookie Sookie. This is all great meaty stuff. And now for my biggest issue.. It soo doesn't stack. The implication being Eric knew who Niall was in connection to Sookie.
CH recently stated in April that DR doesn't "have a word about the history between Niall and Eric, because it's not important to Sookie's story. View all 9 comments. To say it with a quote from the book: "I've tried to kill you over and over, and you just won't die!
That's the Sookie Stackhouse series in a nutshell! XD To say it with a quote from the book: "I've tried to kill you over and over, and you just won't die! View 2 comments. The peaceful life Sookie is wishing for seems a distant dream. A new Sookie book is like visiting with old friends. There are so many folks I love in Sookie's world, and it is real treat catching up with them Alcide in a funny and very compromising way, and it makes me think we might not see Alcide again in a hurry.
Bill plays a larger role in Dead Reckoning than he has in a while, and I found myself genuinely liking him not just feeling sorry for him for the first time in quite a few books. Eric is obviously in a starring role, and as much as I was rooting for a relationship between the two of them, you begin to see some problems here. Sookie's starting to genuinely consider the real costs of a relationship with him: both him as an individual, and him as a vampire.
What's going to happen when she gets older? How can they have a relationship if Eric won't talk to her; not just about his business and problems, but about serious issues that have huge consequences for her?
This couple has serious communication problems. She's also really beginning to examine how much violence she can cope with and wants in her life.
While Sook struggles with the thought of killing someone, even if that someone is trying to kill her, Eric will snap their neck without a moment's thought--or a pinch remorse. While Sookie understands Eric's character, motivations and actions, she needs someone who will understand her remorse and horror, and comfort her, even if she knows she's not being rational.
Eric will never be that person. Sookie also takes a very drastic measure to test her real feels for Eric in this book And Eric's been hiding a big secret. Sookie has experienced more personal growth over the course of the series than any character in any other series I can think of. She's a lot more mature, and there's an 'Aha! She's far more cautious in many areas of her life, but largely in who she chooses to trust.
She's beginning to examine what she really wants from life, and I thought it seemed like she was starting to think of herself as leading two separate ones: her normal, human, life in Bon Temp, as a barmaid, a sister, and a friend, throwing her best friend's baby shower; and another, where she's the wife of a powerful vampire, a pawn in political power games, and in constant danger from vampires, weres, faeries, and God-knows-what-else. And more than anything Sookie just craves peace.
A quiet, happy life with the people she loves. At one point, she tells Eric she wishes he was a 'normal' vampire: boring, and without the political struggles.
Dead Reckoning ends on an ambiguous note, and perhaps creates more questions than answers for the series. While we learn a lot more about Sookie's gran, and her family history, some threads in the story I thought had been neatly tied up are unravelled again notably, an unexpected twist to do with Bill. What is Sookie going to do with her Grandfather's gift? How will this book effect her relationship with Pam? What about Eric? The Queen of Oklahoma? It definitely seems as though everything is coming together for a big finale in 2 books' time.
The world of the Southern Vampire Mysteries is rich and vibrant--and SO real--and Charlaine Harris has created an intricate web with almost infinite possibilites. I cannot wait to see how see where she takes it next. May 02, Jen Davis rated it really liked it Shelves: urban-fantasy , sookie.
Have you ever noticed that every time an enemy of Sookie Stackhouse bites the dust, another is waiting in the wings to make her life miserable? If you think about it, our girl has got a lot of carnage in her wake: from Lorena But you cut off the head of one beast and another grows in its place.
Our beast du jour for Dead Reckoning is our old pal Victor. He is making life more and more miserable for Eric, and he's an ev Have you ever noticed that every time an enemy of Sookie Stackhouse bites the dust, another is waiting in the wings to make her life miserable?
He is making life more and more miserable for Eric, and he's an ever-present threat to Sookie. And he's not the only one. Someone has firebombed Merlotte's; some drugged out thugs are sent to snatch Sookie; and that's just the beginning! Sookie has to figure out who is targeting her, while helping Eric come up with a plan to get out from under Victor. Emotions are running high. There's a schism between Eric and Pam, and Sookie knows she has something to do with it. The basis of their discord, when it's finally revealed, is real kick to the gut!
At the same time, Pam is trying to gain permission to create her first vampire child. And there are major developments in the blood-bond issue between Eric and Sookie. Sookie is coming to see how much she has changed since the supes have come into her life.
Much of what she's done has been necessary to her own survival, but she's not sure she likes who she's become. Things are strained between her and Eric. I've been Team-Eric for as long as I can remember, but the cracks are forming.
That's an understatement, really. We see what can easily be the mechanism to separate them once and for all. But things are left unresolved. I just wish Harris would just rip the band-aid off already. I've softened towards Bill, though I can't see the two of them ever reconciling --and we even have a surprise appearance from another potential suitor.
But when all is said and done, I feel like we're just getting more groundwork laid for Sam as an eventual HEA. Sure, he's got a girlfriend here, but he is now firmly ensconced as Sookie's best friend. I feel like it's just a hop, skip and jump from becoming something more. I can't wrap up without acknowledging that Sookie makes some great new discoveries about her family history. And we finally know where her telepathy comes from.
A fun surprise, I thought. We have resolution on the main story arc, but the relationship issues are left hanging in a most frustrating way. I just didn't feel like the book was as cohesive as some of the ones that came before it. The best books in the series were obvious in what they were about: whether it was the vampire summit, the evil witches or what-have-you. The weaker ones tend to meander from event to event, or perhaps more accurately Almost 4 stars.
View all 7 comments. Shelves: dafuq-did-i-just-read , suburban-fantasy , cheesetacular , i-am-disappoint , zzzzzzz , lots-of-mushy-stuff , facepalm , big-fucking-nope , the-hate-it-burns , fat-kitty-judges-you. Review from ZombieHazard.
It was sooooooo worth the wait!!! Such an amazing book!!! But guess what? It sucked even more than Dead in the Family. It simply has no purpose of existence. I simply hated it. The series is dead. Anyways, here comes my complaining. Was it just me or did the plot go on vacation to a sunny beach and left the book hanging around our poor shelves as useless as a pile of dirt?
Why was this book totally useless for both the series and my poor raped mind? Also, why am I being bothered by Charlaine Harris' writing style? Seems ok so far.
But anyways, I said its time to finally read this. I really was hoping this one will be different. I can tell the series is going to hell book by book so I was curious to see how many books I have left until I totally give it up. Well guess what? So leave me the hell alone!!! Excuse me for not wanting to read about Sookie cleaning her attic and selling her junk to an antique shop. I want a damn good story. Sookie is turning out to be very annoying. Does this woman wear a special perfume that gets guys crazy over her?
Nice going Bill? I got bored with people trying to kill Sookie all the time. All the books are about her escaping God knows who because they want her dead for God knows what reason. I wish this book as about something more original.
Anyway, back to my point. Why is she annoying? Eric already has problems and she adds to them by cutting the bond. Why does she have to complicate things? Probably because their relationship is boring.
Was it on purpose? I would have expected them to be team-mates, work together, be strong together, but what I see is coldness and boredom. Is the TV show making Mrs. Harris write the books just to get more money out of sales? What about the people who actually liked the series and were expecting some good books and good stories to be out?
Not good enough for the sale numbers maybe? I think the series should have ended with maximum book nine. At least it would have been a decent exit. Question: are there any good things in this book? Either Mrs. Oh well, there are better books out there which are actually worth my time. View all 42 comments. Nov 27, Sarah Elizabeth rated it really liked it Shelves: love-triangle , read , read-with-abbie , romance , vampires , paranormal , as , adult , death. Oh dear!
No words, other than the few above, can truly describe how disappointed I am with this book and this series.
When I re-discovered my love for reading several years ago, this was one of the first series' that I read and I fell in love with.
It will continue to hold a special place in my heart but what I fell in love with is just no more. How sad is that? Bubba - loved that he was brought back in this installment, however, I feel his re-introduction fell a little flat. Pam - we got to see a softer side to Pam with her love interest and I enjoyed that.
Sookie - finally stands up for herself in some respects and that was much needed for her. It's time for her to stop letting people walk all over her. What I Didn't Like Why does CH feel the need to make Alcide such an asshole? I just don't understand his character development.
Next, why bring him into this book for that un-necessary scene? It served absolutely no purpose, why even bother? Sandra Pelt - Ok, did you run out of people to try and kill Sookie? Why resurrect her of all the past villains?
I guess since most of the bad guys in the past are dead, that was the only option. Pretty much the whole book - In every book, with the exception of the last two, CH has always had a clearly defined plot.
There may have been several smaller plots working at the same time, but, you were able to see progression within the book, as well as, the series itself. Instead we received pieced together scenes that did little to explain what the overall plot even was or was supposed to be. Overall, this was installment left me wanting nothing more than for this series to end. View all 19 comments. Dec 02, Veronica Lucero rated it it was amazing Shelves: own-it.
Can't wait!!! I'm counting down the days I read the whole series in less then 2 weeks when I discovered them and I seriously need this book asap!
I couldn't put it down, I'm kinda sad that I finished it so quickly LOL, I am at a lost for words about what went down. I don't know whether I should cry or be happy, the new issue with Sookie and Eric is so heartbreaking for me at least. Bill Can't wait!!! Bill has gained some of my trust and love back.
I'm a bit sad that Jason wasn't in the story much, he had a big role in the end of the previous book. It really struck me as odd that he didn't have a least a bigger role in this book then he actually did. I find myself left with a lot of answered questions from the previous book, but a hell of a lot more now.
Now all I have to do it wait for the next book to get those answered. Hopefully Good! May 09, Cheese rated it liked it. Sookie, I really, really wanted to give you four stars. Truly, I did. Though we haven't known each other long, I've grown extremely fond of you. Unfortunately, I spent much of this story feeling like this: Fear not, I also have nice things to say, I just wish they outweighed the bad. Now, some of the allure of Sookie, for me, is her amusing internal rambling and watching her try to go about a normal way of life.
But not for half of the book!!!!! It fe Sookie, I really, really wanted to give you four stars. It felt like so much of this book was filler and made it excruciatingly boring to read until almost the end.
Example: Sookie did the laundry. Dermot walks in. Sookie says hi. Sookie goes to Walmart. Sookie comes home and does the dishes. Know what? I don't give a rat's ass. Which brings me to my next point. And I'm not talking waiting for the climax, just answers to questions that you've been more than patient waiting for. Or maybe I'm just a demanding ass who can't wait. Could be both. As this series progresses, it's like there's always 10 subplots within the plot.
And by that point, I kinda recognize the name, but I'm scratching my head trying to remember who the hell they were and what part they played. There's just not enough for you to invest in them, therefore my brain is not making a good mental note of them. Honey, we're 11 books in now, stop being so shocked. Someone got beheaded?
Psh, we saw that like book 1. OMG, she lost a limb!
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