Argh! Why, why, why did I torture myself by reading, all the way to the end, this piece of dreck? This horrible, annoying, brain-damage-in-printed-form book? I wish someone could tell me because I sure as hell don't know.
I should forewarn you: I've written an essay here. I didn't mean to and I usually try to keep myself under control. However, though I've read my fair share of horrible books, never have I read one that combined so many points of stupidity into one story. I admit, I only have myself to blame. I read the back cover and front page excerpt and ran into descriptions which made my hackles rise, concerning explosive passion, small moans of passion, and jolts of lust-induced heat, among others. So I knew what I was in for, but I kept on going anyway, mainly because I was intrigued by the basic premise of the book: Three races of warriors, who have been fighting the good fight for millenia, protecting our world and theirs against things which slaver and rage and kill in the night. Sounds good, right? Yeah, that's what I thought and look at what that got me.
As anyone who has read through my reviews can attest, I'm not a fan of romance, in any genre; I'll suffer through it to get to the good bits, the stuff in between the heavy breathing and throbbing loins, which was the plan for this book. I had no idea that a) this book would come off like a stalker's/rapist's fantasy, nor that b) the female lead would be so damn infuriating, I would feel absolutely no connection to her or her story. Let me explain. First we have these warriors, nearly immortal, they're so long-lived, and skilled with the sword and deadly in their mission to kill monsters. However, these warriors are incomplete without a female partner (ain't it the truth) to aid them in battle. By some form of magical symbiosis, the two mates work off of each other, the man storing the energy, the woman pulling it out of him to power her magic. Fine and dandy, sounds fabulous. Sadly, most of the female warriors were massacred sometime in the past and the men are now slowly dying off as a result. Okay, we can work with that. The creepy and disturbing part comes when the warriors introduced in this book, Drake, Thomas, and Zach stumble across not one, but two half-blood warrior women in a diner, our "heroine," Helen Day, and a secondary character, Lexi the waitress. The phrase "Caveman attitude" is too tame to describe the men's reactions. "Jealously possessive and needy to the point of rape" would do better. The two men most reactive to Helen and Lexi, Drake and Zach, touch, press up against, trap, hold onto, and in various other ways, physically caress these women. Helen and Lexi meanwhile are shying away, cringing, fighting back, and doing everything in their power to make them stop and go away, which just makes the men smile and continue to assault them. Yeah, that's romantic, I want to meet a guy like that. That sort of possessive theme continues throughout the book, as concerns the interaction between Drake and Helen. His attitude is a continual litany of "She's mine, she completes me, I need her no matter what anyone says, and if any of my brothers-in-arms tries to take her away or touches her or even looks at her, I'll kill him. Oh, and if Helen runs away, I'll search the ends of the Earth to bring her back to me." Sorry, but that kind of psychotic, stalker attitude does not turn me on.
Then we have Ms. Helen Day. What an irritating, whiny, whimpy, unrealistic character. From the very beginning, we're told she's terrified of Drake because he's the man who's going to watch her die, according to this vision she's had all her life. She stubbornly holds onto this belief throughout the book, despite evidence which shows her vision might be incorrect, and what I want to know is, why? Has she had other visions that have come true? Apparently not. So why is she so stupidly fatalistic in her conviction that her vision will come true? I haven't a clue. Now we come to the "relationship" between Helen and Drake. He has a permanent hard on for her, wants to touch her "soft skin and soft hair and soft body" (seriously, the dude has some sort of fetish for touching soft things), yet from my point of view, she's not desirable. For one thing, she's a tease: "Ooh, yes, let me lick my lips and let you kiss me, and I'll just run my hands through your hair and over your manly-man muscles and--oh my! What do we have here? Ooh, it's so big! Okay, then, I want to stop now because I don't think it's a good idea to have sex with you. Good luck with that raging hard-on." Men tend to have a more descriptive, and accurate in Helen's case, phrase for that kind of woman, by adding a certain anatomical euphemism to the front of 'tease'. No man wants a woman like that, especially when it's compounded by the second undesirable thing about Helen: her "lower than a snake's belly" self-image, which seems to be ubiquitous in the Romance genre anymore. Despite the fact that she, and most other romance novel heroines, react to Drake's attraction in the same manner I would should a gorgeous man happen to look twice at me--"Which of the hotties standing behind me are you eyeballing with lust, because I know it can't be me"--I am so bloody tired of encountering that type of attitude I could scream. Where are the confident women, the ones who know they're attractive and are fun to be around, and revel in their ability to catch a man's eye? What makes it even worse is the women who are so doubtful of their sex appeal are always built like the proverbial brick shithouse. Give me a break! Be doubtful you could inspire lust in a hunka-hunka burnin' love if you've got thunder thighs, a pot belly, and swaths of cellulite. Don't whine about how fat and unattractive you are if you're built like a Playboy centerfold! Yeah, 'cause no man wants to hit that.
So not only did I have to contend with unrealistic, unlikeable characters (the only one I warmed up to was Miss Mabel), I had to slog through a messy plot. Every so often, Butcher paused the action to tell the story of another character, such as the above-mentioned Lexi, whether it was relevent or not. I get that she was trying to set up storylines for future books, but her attempts were clumsy, with no finesse at all. Some authors can weave multiple storylines into their novels with ease, while others shouldn't attempt it, especially when those attempts leave the reader bouncing around, wondering why they should care about this character's crazy mother or that one's life of deception, when there's no discernible reason. All I know is the more I read, the worse the book got until, just pages from the end, I was literally whimpering and screaming in frustration, so much so I scared my cat. Never again. I am glad to return the book to the library and avoid any future books as if they carried the plague...and smallpox...and anthrax.