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447 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published September 1, 2010
"She wasn’t Red Riding Hood, she wasn’t scared, and her grandmother could curse his ass so hard, he wouldn’t know which way was up for a week."And now let's all shake our booties in honor of Judge Dobe and stuff.
William sipped some beer from the bottle of Modelo Especial and gave the Green Arrow his hard stare."Here we go again" I thought, rubbing my hands in anticipation. Well it didn't go that well. The first part of the book is pretty boring. Yes. I've said it. This is a book by Ilona Andrews and the beginning is painfully slow. But hey, I can deal with that. The problem is, not only was it slow, it was also very confusing. I think the Andrews tried to throw in too much information at the beginning of the book and it felt both complicated and unclear. I just couldn’t understand what was going on, who were all the people mentioned, what were the places being referred too� I ended up taking notes to try and make sense of it all: Andrianglia, the Dukedom of Louisiana, the Mire (now that was a tough one), swamps, borders, the Hand, the Mirror, Spider and his goons, the Sheeriles, the Mars� Okay, I think my head just about exploded there.
William glanced at her sword. His upper lip rose, showing her his teeth. My, my, Lord Bill, what big fangs you have. That was all right. She wasn’t Red Riding Hood, she wasn’t scared, and her grandmother could curse his ass so hard, he wouldn’t know which way was up for a week.
The edge of Cerise’s sword shone once, as if a glowing silver hair were stretched along the blade. She leaped onto the larger boat. They swarmed her. She whirled, cutting through them, slicing limbs in half, severing muscle and bone. Blood sprayed, she paused again, and the fighters around her fell without a single moan. Four seconds and the deck was empty.Strike, strike, strike, strike. Slash. Slash. Slash. A mini KD I tell you!
The wild in him lost its head, clawing at his insides. Want. Want the woman. “Lord Bill?� she asked. His thoughts tumbled in a feverish cascade. Want . . . So beautiful . . . Standing so close and so beautiful. Want the woman. “Earth to William?� She was looking at him with those beautiful dark eyes. All he had to do was reach for her and he could touch her. No. Wrong. She hadn’t given him permission. If he touched, he would take her. Taking women without permission was wrong.On the other hand the guy needs to lighten up and grow a sense of humour. No wonder he can't stand ever-joking-around Kaldar. Then again dear old Bill isn't all bad. Not only does he have an action figure army, he also seems to have an obsession with dry socks. Pretty cool if you ask me. And he can get quite swoon-worthy when he wants to. And he kind of slaughters people sometimes.
“K岹. Are you the one speaking for the plaintiff today?� “Yes, Your Honor.� “Well, shit,� Dobe said. “I guess you’re familiar with the law. You hit it over the head, set its house on fire, and got its sister pregnant.� A huge grin sparked on Kaldar’s face. “Thank you, Your Honor.�
The blonde cleared her throat. “With all due respect, Judge, this man isn’t qualified to serve as an advocate. He’s a convicted felon.� Dobe’s gaze settled on the blond woman. “I don’t know you. Clyde, do you know her?� “No, Judge.� “There you have it. We don’t know you.�
Dobe scanned the papers and cackled. It was a gleeful snide kind of cackle, and as he laughed, his eyebrows bounced up and down. “Blondie, you’ve been buggered.�
�You’re a thug and an ass,� she told him, baring small, even teeth. “You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you’re wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist.� She snarled. Heh. “You sound like a pissed-off rabbit.�
“I say it’s right that she killed your eel. What kind of a pet is that for a respected man anyway? Couldn’t get a dog or a cat. No, this knucklehead gets himself a bald fish with legs!� “Can you believe that child? Well, doesn’t that just sink my boat! And he was such a sweet baby, too.�
“Who’s your friend?� “His name is William. He’s from the Weird. I found him in the swamp and he followed me home.� Urow’s black eyes took William’s measure. “Did you feed him?� “Yes.� “There’s your mistake. That will do it every time.��The usual IA crazy mix: altered humans, evil gardeners, "turtle things" with scales, garbage-eating racoons, rolpies suffering from separation anxiety (don't ask), the Gospo Adir Sect and its mud eels, fusions (not what you might think), moon people, a basket-braiding assassin, a mad scientist, slavers, family feuds, a werewolf addicted to COPS (he think it's hilarious), exploding bodies, bee masters, battle smiles, chicken with cumin and rice, the path of the lightning blade, dancing to no music, poison crocheting� What's not to love?
"If I don't let you in, will you huff and puff and blow my house down?"William definitely has a wild wolf side. The broken side of William the Wolf is well-depicted, though, and my heart ached for the generations-long bayou feud, the way it was used by the dark forces of the Hand, and the devastating effects on the families on both sides of the feud.
She had no idea. "I'm more of a kick the door open and cut everyone inside to ribbons kind of wolf.�
“My youngest brother killed a lynx yesterday,� Rose said. “Apparently it came into his territory and left some spray marks. He skinned it, smeared himself in its blood, and put its pelt on his shoulders like a cape. And that’s how he came dressed for breakfast.�As soon as I finished Bayou Moon, though, which was sometime after 1 am, I went searching on Abebooks (my favorite online used bookseller) and ordered the next two books in this series. It may be brain candy, but it's really good brain candy, and it's got some emotional and intellectual heft to it.
Cerise drank some beer. “My sister kills small animals and hangs their corpses on a tree, because she thinks she is a monster and she’s convinced we’ll eventually banish her from the house. They’re her rations. Just in case.�
Rose blinked. “I see. I think we’re going to get along just fine, don’t you?�
“I think so, yes.�
William leaned forward and pointed at the river. “I don’t know why you rolled in spaghetti sauce,� he said in a confidential voice. “I don’t really care. But that water over there won’t hurt you. Try washing it off.�
She stuck her tongue out.
“Maybe after you’re clean,� he said.
Her eyes widened. She stared at him for a long moment. A little crazy spark lit up in her dark irises.
She raised her finger, licked it, and rubbed some dirt off her forehead.
Now what?
The girl showed him her stained finger and reached toward him slowly, aiming for his face.
“No,� William said. “Bad hobo.�
She surveyed the carnage behind him. “Did you have fun?�
He showed her his teeth. “Yes. Now they won’t take you anywhere.�
Cerise stepped closer to him, so close he only needed to lean in and dip his head and he would kiss her. Since he saved her, maybe he could just grab her and�
“That was the stupidest thing you have done since I’ve met you,� she ground out through her teeth.
Belay the grabbing.
“Oh, Gods."
His eyes shone with want and predatory satisfaction. "The name's William. It's a common mistake."