Such beautiful, poetic perversity, a parody of Romeo and Juliet which becomes its own entity, its characters filled with vibrant life. For Romulan Montargo and Iuletta Chenti, the doomed lovers are entirely too alike in their beauty, so much that they dazzle and smite those around them. Electra and Leopardo’s dark passion blazes as brightly as the two young lovers. The fathers, Montargo and Chenti are a study in opposites; stern severity and bellowing belligerence. Mercurio stole my heart (as well as many a heart in this book, including perhaps the devil’s?) with his song, his sarcasm, and the playful self-destructiveness his devotion to Romulan is wrapped within. He is only outmatched by Leopardo in dangerous destructiveness, a catly counterpart to Tybalt. Cornelia, Iuletta’s nurse, and her daughter, the madam Susina are welcome gusts of merriment, countering the cold and simmering malevolence of Electra, Iuletta’s mother. All of this passion poured together bubbles with a love which drips doom, yet delivers a different doom than the story it parallels. All together it was a fascinating brew, including snippets of Shakespeare as song, told in the flowery, yet witty prose of Tanith Lee, embellished with a gorgeous sense of pageantry.