I e-met Britney Jackson through several rounds of Twitter writing games, including #writeLGBTQ and #LGBTQwrimo. Like a nincompoop, I thought none of her Creatures of Darkness books were released. When I finally cottoned on, I bought The Stone of Eklektos and started reading. And suddenly it was two o'clock in the morning and I was nowhere near tired and internally screaming about the ending. So yeah. Fricking brilliant book.
The Stone of Eklektos begins the story of Rose Foster, a perpetually snarky Ancient History major trying to work her way through college. Everything's going peachy until a mysterious stranger gives her an ancient diary and a red stone, claiming they belong to her. Rose tries to return to her routine of classes, waitressing, studying, and LOTR marathons, but that's difficult when two vampiric strangers show up. The psychopathic Theron wants to kill her. The troubled Kallias wants to save her. The choice is easy. Rose and Kallias launch on an life-altering journey to stop Theron, investigate the stone, and start putting the past to rest.
As other reviews have noted, the book's many strengths include the characters, pacing, and thrills. Rose and Kallias especially sparkle off the page. I honestly haven't had this burning of a desire for fanfiction in a long, long while, but there really needs to be fanfic that involves cuddles and flower crowns. Though the novel only takes place over a few weeks, their growing intimacy and sizzling sexual tension feels organic and natural. Rose's bisexuality is on-point representation, and she isn't the only queer character. The world-building is also a treat: for example, vampires under a century old are called "babies," and I want this to be canon in every vampire universe. I was surprised and happy about how open the vampires are about when and where they changed, since it reverses of the trope of origin stories as big, shocking reveals.
Because every book review's gotta have nitpicks, let's nitpick. The writing is overall uneven. Sometimes it's brilliant; other times, less than stellar. I highlighted many passages with quippy dialogue, lovely turns of phrase, and beautiful sentiments, but the excess of adverbs made my eyes glaze over a few times. There's a few lines of slut-shaming and negativity about sex work. It seems random how much a given vampire is in touch with modern culture. Again, these are quibbles, and my enjoyment of the story far outshone any errors.
If you like The Vampire Diaries, if you like True Blood, heck if you like any vampire stories at all, read Jackson's Creatures of Darkness. I laughed. My heart raced. For a story about the undead, I'd never felt more alive while reading.