The debauchery and brutal perversions of the Marquis de Sade were notorious in his own lifetime. But even death could not stop his twisted passions, his search for pain and pleasure. Death only gave the Marquis more power. He lives to this day, a master vampire, preying on humans to quench his thirst, to appease his lust. — For centuries Sade has thrived in the darkest netherworlds of New York and Paris, but now he has traveled to a different city, to seek new flesh and fresh blood, He has come to New Orleans, legendary city of excess and abandon. But he will soon discover that he is not the only creature of the night in this town. For New Orleans is also the home of voodoo-and of the Voodoo Queen, Marie Laveau. Could her powers even mightier than Sade's?
As a child, Mary Ann Mitchell wrote short stories, essays, and poetry. When she was twelve she sent her short stories to the night editor of The Journal American, who encouraged her to send more. Her mother intercepted the letters and forbade her from writing. Seems some of the family’s dark secrets were oozing onto Mary Ann’s written pages. Her writing became secret and sporadic. Once she completed graduate school, she became a civil servant. Years later her husband asked her what her dream career would be. She quickly answered that she always wanted to be a novelist.
Okay that’s it. I have had enough. In the immortal words of Michael Buffer, “Let’s get ready to rumble!” I want my vicious killers back and I want them now! Yes the new breed was cool … for about five minutes. That time has come and passed, now bring back the revolting murderers! No more do I want to see our bloodsuckers sexy and self-loathing. I’m tired of reading whine-after-whine about the pain. So please for all that is pretty and yellow in the world, end the madness. I’m warning you, don’t make me get a pitchfork and some stakes.
Warning* you need to read the first four books in this series in order to have a clue as to what’s going on. Also the back cover blurb is very misleading. If for some reason you thought it would be a battle of great evil forces, you were wrong. Oh Dear God where you were wrong.
Now here is where I tell you about the plot, but the thing is, there wasn’t one. The story wanders aimlessly, drifting with the hope that the pretty vampires will distract the readers long enough so as not to notice. Sorry didn’t work, I noticed. The layout is patent, the events predictable and the outcome is anticlimactic. The ending is a tangled mess that not even Houdini could figure out. Do not delude yourself into thinking that it has to get better, it doesn’t.
The pace starts out slow, accelerating sporadically and with little grace. Think of accompanying a first time driver in a car that requires you know how to maneuver the stick shift, and then maybe you’ll understand my meaning. Mitchell’s style of writing is overworked and accommodating. Basically people, she’s trying too hard. Instead of writing from the heart, her book comes off as distanced and restrained. Were she to find her own voice, the connection between her readers and her writing would alter dramatically. For the better!
The atmosphere aims to create a sense of revulsion, but only manages to pull off a quiet irritation – towards the book. The taste of the story wreaks havoc on your senses, never deciding if it wants to set a romantic tone or a horrifying one. Neither worked. The characters are a mass of self-indulgent, pathetic creatures with no redeeming qualities to speak of. Their interactions are weak and their dialogue clichéd. Instead of using De Sade’s history as an advantage, Mitchell whips it out whenever he’s in his “woe is me” phase. That is just wrong.
My rating? I give it a 1. Yes, a one... don't buy it, don't borrow it, just Burn This Book!
Mitchelle's series, inspired by a vampire who has donned the legendary name of Marquis De Sade, continues in this sixth installment. This time the reader is introduced to two young lovers, a mortal woman who is admired and sought after for her beauty, and a young man who was born half mortal and half vampire.
The woman, once a lover of Sade before seeing his true self, has suddenly vanished from the apartment of Justin, the half-breed who destroys vampires. Hearing the Sade is back in Paris, he is convinced the diabolical man has captured his former slave. Enlisting in the help of another vampire to locate Sade - and of course, his beloved Madeline, he has to repay for this information by vowing to also try his best to locate the current vampire serial killing traumatizing the streets.
The books plot is no mystery, as much is given away in the beginning. The reader knows who the killer is, the details of Sade's involvements, and everything along the step of the way. While it's not a mind twister and isn't a read that makes one think, it does offer some amusing tension between the old rivals Marie and Sade.
Justin's character is convincing enough but it wouldn't have hurt to know a bit more about him besides his undying devotion to the memory of Madeleine. Pacing is fast enough and I never grew bored, although the midsection and ending of this novel was hurt by its lack of weight.
Before a Sade novel I read went into much more sexual detail, but here it was sadly amiss. Those looking for more of the same will find it a bit dry here, hinting more rather than showing. The compassion of Lilliana was a change, and welcome, but didn't make the most sense. The interesting 'family' was the more entertaining aspect. I couldn't really care about Madeline or Matthew, as they just didn't seem real and sympathetic enough. The ending was an abrupt drop, almost like the writer realized she'd reached her word limit and had to suddenly cease. A more thorough resolution - on the parts of many players - was sorely amiss.
Besides that, this was a fun little book in other ways, I was treated with a few chuckles, and it's hard to put down. Call it a guilty pleasure. Not something that's first star reading that one should actively seek out, but a book that's good enough not to be ignored if you walk by it in the library somewhere.
Nel suo testamento De Sade aveva chiesto di essere sepolto nella sua proprietà della Malmaison sotto una quercia senza nessun segno che indicasse la localizzazione della sua tomba in modo che col tempo fosse impossibile rintracciarla e la sua memoria venisse cancellata.
Questo particolare unito al fatto che i resti del marchese sepolto poi contro la sua volontà nel cimitero della casa di cura di Charenton siano parzialmente spariti ha dato l'avvio ad una setie di leggende riprese anche da alcuni scrittori contemporanei, tra cui la Mitchell che ha immaginato che il marchese De Sade abbia continuato a vivere fino ai nostri giorni sotto forma di vampiro
Someone bought me this book for my 16th birthday, figuring I'd like it because it's about vampires. At the time neither of us knew it was the 5th book in the series which might explain why I didn't care for it. Looking back there isn't much I remember about it other than feeling lost and I vaguely recall there being some incestuous themes that bothered me greatly.
This will sound odd...but I only have read these books...and believe me when I say that it is a good thing I did. It's one of those stories where it bounces between characters too often, and they lack admirable factors.
Amazing book if your into horror and BDSM! There was one part in the book I did not like but it did not take away from the surprise ending. I had no clue it would end as it did.