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DANNY Quadrilogy #2
The Revenant: I'll Be Your Dog Edition
THE DANNY QUADRILOGY is the four volume masterwork from Chancery Stone telling the epic story of the Jackson-Moores and spanning a truly awe-inspiring range of human emotions, told in a style that is so brave it borders on insane. Gleefully embracing everything from poetic Jacobean drama to perverse pornographic detail, it delves into territories so dark readers are left with a bad taste in their mouths, and more than a soupcon of delicious forbidden pleasure. By turns ugly and repellent, then lyrical and heart-wrenching, it leaves no room for manoeuvre, no middle distance, forcing us to either reject it outright or allow ourselves to be so seduced by it we are left trapped in a horrible addiction, craving more. Fortunately there is more. The highly revered and much reviled Volume 1 has now been joined by the long-awaited Volume 2 - The Revenant. Going into an altogether colder, darker and more forbidding territory, there can be no doubt that this new volume will excite as much love, fear and loathing as the first one. Six years have passed and Danny has unexpectedly returned, like a revenant revisiting the scene of the crime, a ghost haunting his own grave. Outwardly, he is the same beautiful creature he always was, except for the scar that runs down his cheek like the murderer's tears perpetually frozen on his face, the scar that makes him look like a war-scarred animal, the scar that may reveal, for the first time, the true scavenger under his skin. It takes him no time to rope in all his old conquests, all once again not only willing to be his prey but positively itching to be consumed. But there are new victims waiting in the wings: the tasty little twins that Rab has employed, the'new boy', Donald Sutherland, a foxy disciple of that dangerous unknown, Harry Greaves - perhaps the only one among them who mistrusts Danny's return, and his motives. Soon it becomes apparent that Harry is right, and there is more to Danny's reappearance than meets the eye, and for the first time his formerly unquestioning acolytes begin to seriously doubt whether they can ever truly hope make a pet of Danny. before he makes a meal of them.
800 pages, Paperback
First published December 3, 2007
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Chancery Stone
21 books50 followersChancery Stone likes wading about in darkness. She always has.
Equally well, she loves the magical powers of redemption, particularly self-redemption. She has a particular fondness for heroes (of either sex) who don’t let anyone fuck with them. This does not involve kick-boxing, vampirism, government agencies or a sociopathic knowledge of firearms. Instead this involves going their own way, in their own time, to their own tune and realising that if God is watching it’s only to see if you’re one of the smart ones.
Chancery Stone was born half a lifetime ago in a quaint Scottish fishing hamlet known as East Kilbride, where she would run wild and untrammelled about the hills, picking heather and singing in the Gaelic. In her spare time, between making moss dyes and raising nursling quails, she ran a child sex club. She was a child herself at this time, of course, and therefore has managed to evade the long arm of the law.
At least thus far.
The Dirty Club had a simple remit: sex, sex and more sex. Limited as it was by her age and ignorance, this chiefly involved urolagnia, exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, bondage, homosexuality, frottage, fingering, nudism, paedophilia, ritualistic power games, domination, bullying, more humiliation and more urolagnia. In fact, altogether too much urolagnia.
She was outed several times – by children to other children, and by adults who really didn’t like that sort of thing. Driven underground at the age of twelve she became a sad academic recluse and took up reading savage and horrific literature and absolutely anything with sex in it.
Then there was wider reading. And yet more reading. And sick three-novels-a-day-habit style reading. And a lot of theatre. And then back to sex again – sex and more sex – extended by now to contain the more missionary and conventional forms thereof.
Eventually she got sick of reading (but, somehow, never of sex) and decided to write instead, and then all of this life-strangely-lived started to spiral out of her, backwards, onto paper.
We expect that once the DANNY Quadrilogy™ is finally done she will turn out some very interesting books in the vein of “Moss Dyeing for Beginners“ and “Quail Baby, Fly Away Home.”
And after that there will be death.
Equally well, she loves the magical powers of redemption, particularly self-redemption. She has a particular fondness for heroes (of either sex) who don’t let anyone fuck with them. This does not involve kick-boxing, vampirism, government agencies or a sociopathic knowledge of firearms. Instead this involves going their own way, in their own time, to their own tune and realising that if God is watching it’s only to see if you’re one of the smart ones.
Chancery Stone was born half a lifetime ago in a quaint Scottish fishing hamlet known as East Kilbride, where she would run wild and untrammelled about the hills, picking heather and singing in the Gaelic. In her spare time, between making moss dyes and raising nursling quails, she ran a child sex club. She was a child herself at this time, of course, and therefore has managed to evade the long arm of the law.
At least thus far.
The Dirty Club had a simple remit: sex, sex and more sex. Limited as it was by her age and ignorance, this chiefly involved urolagnia, exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, bondage, homosexuality, frottage, fingering, nudism, paedophilia, ritualistic power games, domination, bullying, more humiliation and more urolagnia. In fact, altogether too much urolagnia.
She was outed several times – by children to other children, and by adults who really didn’t like that sort of thing. Driven underground at the age of twelve she became a sad academic recluse and took up reading savage and horrific literature and absolutely anything with sex in it.
Then there was wider reading. And yet more reading. And sick three-novels-a-day-habit style reading. And a lot of theatre. And then back to sex again – sex and more sex – extended by now to contain the more missionary and conventional forms thereof.
Eventually she got sick of reading (but, somehow, never of sex) and decided to write instead, and then all of this life-strangely-lived started to spiral out of her, backwards, onto paper.
We expect that once the DANNY Quadrilogy™ is finally done she will turn out some very interesting books in the vein of “Moss Dyeing for Beginners“ and “Quail Baby, Fly Away Home.”
And after that there will be death.
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September 20, 2010
The second installment to the greatest story ever told, DANNY 2, The Revenant, has arrived. The finest written characters in literature are back, and they're as good as they ever have been.
As the characters (and readers) are still reeling from the events in book 1, each character has continued in their own private lives - some more surprisingly than others. However, much as they may think they have grown, when they come back together the spell is cast again.
Book 2 can be seen from two very different angles, hence the two covers, and both are completely accurate at the same time. Danny's return is like a fox rampaging through a house full of chickens. Danny finds his admirers again, along with some new ones, lures them in and enslaves them but, as always, he's setting them up for the kill. Even though they know they're playing with a huge ball of fire, they just can't resist Danny's own special brand of magic. It's the readers' job to work out what's actually going on - as it always is. We get the chance to play pyschological detective again.
However, at the same time, in book 2, Danny is walking the world with his guts hanging out while the vultures circle him, waiting to swoop when he falls. This may not sound appealing, but imagine the sexiest walking dead, with the most attractive vultures around, and the devouring is indeed a metaphor for what they'll do when they get their hands on him.
As in DANNY 1, we see personal strength of psychotic proportions, personal survival above all else, and the reader delves ever deeper into the characters' past, unveiling some new mysteries, appearing to conclude others and concreting some assumptions made in book 1.
When talking about the DANNY series, you can't help but be visceral - the book is too raw and honest to receive any less a reaction. The same terms come to mind: see, taste, smell, feel. No-one just reads DANNY, you live it, and book 2 is no different. When you open the book, you enter their world, your surroundings fade away. It's the ultimate in escapism. Engrossing isn't the word for it - there are no words for it. After reading the first book, the DANNY world is a necessity, so get yourself a ticket to the return of the greatest show in town. As for the big twist (actually the author described it best - the big shiny present), you'd better glue your socks on.
As the characters (and readers) are still reeling from the events in book 1, each character has continued in their own private lives - some more surprisingly than others. However, much as they may think they have grown, when they come back together the spell is cast again.
Book 2 can be seen from two very different angles, hence the two covers, and both are completely accurate at the same time. Danny's return is like a fox rampaging through a house full of chickens. Danny finds his admirers again, along with some new ones, lures them in and enslaves them but, as always, he's setting them up for the kill. Even though they know they're playing with a huge ball of fire, they just can't resist Danny's own special brand of magic. It's the readers' job to work out what's actually going on - as it always is. We get the chance to play pyschological detective again.
However, at the same time, in book 2, Danny is walking the world with his guts hanging out while the vultures circle him, waiting to swoop when he falls. This may not sound appealing, but imagine the sexiest walking dead, with the most attractive vultures around, and the devouring is indeed a metaphor for what they'll do when they get their hands on him.
As in DANNY 1, we see personal strength of psychotic proportions, personal survival above all else, and the reader delves ever deeper into the characters' past, unveiling some new mysteries, appearing to conclude others and concreting some assumptions made in book 1.
When talking about the DANNY series, you can't help but be visceral - the book is too raw and honest to receive any less a reaction. The same terms come to mind: see, taste, smell, feel. No-one just reads DANNY, you live it, and book 2 is no different. When you open the book, you enter their world, your surroundings fade away. It's the ultimate in escapism. Engrossing isn't the word for it - there are no words for it. After reading the first book, the DANNY world is a necessity, so get yourself a ticket to the return of the greatest show in town. As for the big twist (actually the author described it best - the big shiny present), you'd better glue your socks on.
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