I gravitate toward completed series. There’s nothing quite like diving into an authors massive catalogue of books. Although, the downside to treating a series as one long continuous read is that you start noticing patterns — quirks of the author in terms of their writing, their syntax and storytelling — that you wouldn’t necessarily have noticed if you’d actually had those long publication gaps in between.
Jeaniene Frost is a prime example of this for me.
I’ve read so much of her work, I had to abandon her Vlad-led series three-quarters of the way through from sheer tedium. I knew where it was going and saw no point in slogging through another four hundred pages to get there. Predictability is only a bad thing when you know you aren’t going to enjoy the outcome or the enjoyment hinges on mystery, because while the technical side of Frost’s writing has improved since her first book, her storytelling hasn’t evolved much.
Shades of Wicked, another in a long list of spin-offs, covers the last eligible bachelor in Bones’ be-fanged group. The Night Huntress universe seems to be the vampire equivalent of the Bridgerton series — lets whisk Spade, Mencheres, Vlad, and now Ian, on to the eternal marriage mart with a thinly-sketched threat to fill the page count. These romances all hit the same beats unerringly, right down to the hetero-normative aesthetics. Each following the same uneasy alliance/unwelcome attraction to soulmates pipeline like its a contractual obligation.
In another story, with more interesting worldbuilding or plotting, a paint-by-numbers romance would hardly matter. But the dynamic between the two leads is the focus of these stories. Again, its a paranormal Bridgerton. The only unique selling point of this particular pairing — the fact that Veritas is substantially older and therefore stronger than her male lead — is quickly undermined as Ian himself is sporting new abilities too. He’s got a handful of centuries, her several millennia, and he can still take her hits because Frost had to contrive a way to redress it to maintain those aesthetics.
Speaking of hetero-normativity, I never expected this series to ever invest in a gay romance. I think Tyler was the only overt gay representation in this entire universe. Mencheres talked about having relationships with men for exactly one line, and Ian is the closest thing this series can count as bisexual representation. Although, we only ever see him lust and leer at women. This isn’t great because he’s every derogatory bisexual stereotype imaginable. Moreover, he’s an insatiable deviant.
Veritas did have a sexual relationship with another Law Guardian, a woman, but the way the narrative frames that relationship, whose to say if her motives were genuine attraction. It all just feels tacked on.
Power creep is a serious problem in this universe, and while, like with this plot, we have Veritas and Ian teaming up to destroy a demon of immense power, the power scaling of our heroes and foes becomes increasingly intangible. It’s sort the difference between imagining ten billion stars and ten trillion stars; in the end, your mind creates the same nebulous image. A concession to an unimaginable multitude that’s more exhausting than it is thrilling.
Characters aren’t just immortal, they’re indestructible; they aren’t just centuries old, they span millennia. Given they’re vampires, you expect them, at most, to be overpowered like a character at the end of an RPG campaign, but Frosts characters are now more like if that same game had a dozen crazy mods added to it.
Basically, the stakes in this book feel artificially inflated in a way that’s hard to ignore. It doesn’t help, as per usual, our antagonist has little presence to speak of. Or that the stakes as they are are harder to appreciate when your main character can resurrect herself with little fanfare because her father is a god in the underworld.
On a positive note, the little of our main character’s backstory we got was really good. It does come late in the story, as a post-coital confessional between her and Ian, when I would have preferred it sooner. The romance itself reminds me of Vlad’s series in how Frost is rushing these characters into love despite having multiple books to fill. In her standalone work, this is forgivable; its just unfortunate and unsatisfying here.
But who needs actual relationship building and tension when you can bypass all that with Chekhov's green eyes and crazy vampire possessiveness?
I’ve never enjoyed demons in this universe. We’ve had several repetitions of the race-against-time-for-your-soul arc and while Frost has never been good with her antagonists, these are probably her worst. They feel far too much like a placeholder. Even Dagon should be more compelling given his history with Veritas, but there’s not enough page-time between them for it to amount to much more than hostility and violence.
Shades of Wicked ends, inexplicably, like Halfway to the Grave, with our main character leaving her lover for a devil’s bargain she made to save/protect them. I get the whole if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it, but it also means you don’t need to add any more if the first one works fine. Which is what this book is: fine.