** "Darkfire Kiss" (Dragonfire 6) by Deborah Cooke continues the story of the Pyr, dragon-men defenders of the Earth and humanity. For when you're in the mood for a fight to the bed, uh, death, dressed up in pretty words. Previous books were ok out of order, but this cast has grown large. My liking has diminished.
I think I read the series because I adore good dragons and heroes. Now I prefer the first two Temeraire from Naomi Novik, not limited to adult audiences, and Patricia Wrede's Enchanted Forest for silly fun. This still fills the niche for escapist lust, ah love, lit with action.
The fairytale formula of armored older champion rescues pretty younger softskin is changed by modern equality. Both are overwhelmed by passion and destiny. In her lead characters, Cooke seems to equate blind rigidity with ethical morality and acknowledging the obvious to flexible cooperation. I see a stupid stubborn selfish female disobey a caring smitten male, and get everyone in trouble. Vague rhyming prophecies draw ancient villains, with stronger powers to wield the elements, transform, and disappear.
After puberty, rare strong brave men shimmer-shift to jewel-metal glittery dragons, live hundreds even thousands of years until their first firestorm. All sense the heat, most rush to help, but enemies can absorb the energy. Visible sparks between the intended couple end after explicit explosive consummation (page 60) starts a son.
Melissa posts photos of the battle fought in her defense, and, her predictable individual twist, suffers sterility after a cancer operation. Rafferty, equally stupid and stubborn, refused to learn spells from his grandfather, so his father Merlin, yes Arthur's mage, died young. (Research trivia that medieval writer Geoffrey's Latin tales changed a Welsh name to avoid similarity to French merde, maybe meant to impress or amuse, did neither.) How can they control the darkfire energy released by evil, inducing chaos, and waking the Sleeper?