In a post-apocalyptic Earth torn asunder by religious wars and now divvied up between the Church and Vampires, Aisling lives a precarious life in more ways than one: not only is she an orphan living on a farm under human "protection" and destruction, but she's also a shamaness, able to walk the Ghostlands where the spirits reside.
It has long been a secret well kept by the woman who took her in and her surrogate family, but nothing can protect her when the Church shows up looking for her. The mayor of Oakland's mistress, Elena, has disappeared and their previous shaman has died. Aisling's given a hollow choice and, taking her pet ferret Aziel, moves to Oakland where she immediately travels into the spirit lands, with Aziel as her guide, to find Elena. When she does, it's clear Elena is a sacrifice of some sort, tied to an alter, naked with symbols painted on her skin while black-robed men prepare to kill her.
Aziel gives her a name to call, and the demon she summons to dispatch the priests is Zurael, a powerful Djinn and son of the Prince of his people. Enraged at being summoned, he determines to kill Aisling before she can bind him to her and her plane. He is given two missions on the Earthly plane: to kill Aisling and to reclaim a tablet the dark priests must have acquired. Fighting his inexplicable physical attraction to Aisling, he realises he must join forces with her to find the priests.
There are two mysteries in this story - to find and kill the maker of Ghost, a drug that takes people into the Ghostlands, leaving their bodies open and vulnerable to possession; and to find and kill the leader of the dark priests who are kidnapping and killing people in Oakland. These two plot lines run unevenly through the narrative, jerking their way through suddenly gifted clues and Aisling's vague realisations of connections that really made no sense to me.
That's the problem with much of this book: plotwise, it was poorly crafted and weakly controlled. Part of the problem might be with the fact that I struggled to read this and kept reading other books in-between, but that wouldn't account for all of its problems, not least of which was how boring it was. It started out promisingly, as all books do when you approach them with no expectations beyond hearing a good story, but quickly deteriorated into a yawn-fest littered with confusing connections that didn't make any sense. Any time the Church was mentioned, it made the least sense. I still have no idea what was going on there because it just wasn't explained in a coherent manner.
The plot wasn't even the most disappointing part. This is an erotic romance, set in a post-apocalyptic world that also constitutes an urban fantasy. That's a lot of sub-genres to cover, but it's doable. The problem is with the erotic romance side. Aisling and Zurael are physically attracted to each other and start having sex because, well, I guess they couldn't resist. They also think about each other a great deal, and there's a lot - a LOT - of descriptions of his penis hardening, her cunt - yes, she uses "cunt" a LOT - clenching and all manner of crudely depicted arousal in-between. The first use of "cunt" jarred me - many words like this were co-opted in a negative way to denigrate women and it follows that taking ownership back shifts that power into women's hands. Well, not with "cunt", not in this medium. It's just not an erotic word. It's harsh and abrasive and technical. I also became extremely tired of hearing how their bodies were aching, clenching, pulsing, throbbing and so on ad nauseum. Not to mention that they would suddenly interrupt a scene by thinking about each other and their own body's responses in many small, bite-sized paragraphs until you completely forgot what the hell was going on, really, and where they even were.
I liked Zurael, but Aisling was so horribly passive she was dull as mud. There was a small amount of growth, wherein she gains some confidence and backbone, but I didn't get her appeal to Zurael and I didn't buy their chemistry, if you could call it that. While the cover is beautiful, it misrepresents Aisling, giving her a seductive, confident, slightly evil look: the direct opposite of her character. Their sexual episodes weren't written well, as if the author's heart just wasn't in it or she was a prude trying to be explicit - which doesn't gel either because she has several books published under Ellora's Cave.
After a slow build-up the two resolutions to the mysteries occur abruptly and, after all Aisling and Zurael's search of clues, come about through no effort on their part. Aisling was just so sweet and passive and tentative, that the book could have gone on indefinitely if the villains hadn't taken matters into their own hands. Like me, they must have got sick of waiting for her to actually do something about it.
The descriptions made it hard for me to visualise the world, and much of it just didn't make sense to me, the way it was described - or not. The Ghostlands themselves were the most captivating part, and I loved the fate of Ilka and Filipe: something I would wish upon the people behind the invasion of Iraq, among others - to be ripped apart by the ghosts of all the people you hurt. It was an especially satisfying end for them because, being wealthy and powerful, they smugly believed they were above everything and everyone and were always in control.
The lovely cover lured me in (it gets an extra star for the cover alone), but the dreadful prose shut me out. A disappointing end to a promising and intriguing premise.