Righto peeps, time for Dottie to start reviewing Circus of the Damned! It’s going to be another long one, with this book compromising of 49 chapters – which says to me that Hamilton, after being really rather well behaved with her chapter lengths in The Laughing Corpse, has reverted to being stupid with them again. Oh well.
There was dried chicken blood imbedded under my fingernails. When you raise the dead for a living, you have to spill a little blood. It clung in flaking patches to my face and hands. I’d tried to clean the worst of it off before coming to this meeting, but some things only a shower would fix. I sipped coffee from a personalised mug that said, “Piss me off, pay the consequences,” and stared at the two men sitting across from me.
Embedded. It’s spelt embedded. (Well, at least in English, not American English). And lovely way to meet new clients there: covered in blood and with a bitchy mug. I bet people are tripping over themselves to hire you.
There are two men there, Jeremy Ruebens and Karl Inger. Ruebens is twitchy, and sensing weakness, Anita strikes and kills her prey. By which I mean, she screams at him for no apparent reason. Ruebens is upset about asking for help from a ‘zombie queen’ and Anita screams again. Polite. Ruebens, being scared into submission, says that he used to be a member of Humans Against Vampires and has started a new group called Humans First who are more ‘direct’ about getting vampires made illegal.
Anita reminisces about the good old days of vampire slaying. Now she has to get a pesky warrant for killing creatures formally acknowledged as having the exact same right to live as human beings. She has to wait until a vampire kills at least five people before she gets to kill ’em.
Since when? You never said that was the case in the previous two books. I smell the foul odour of a retcon.
Ruebens cuts into her daydreams and says that his simple goal is to have every vampire in the United States killed. Just the States you know, not the world, because the rest of the world doesn’t matter. Huh, new smell here. Smell o’genocide. He wants to know the location of the Master Vampire of the City, because surely a law enforcement officer is going to approve of your plan to commit bloody murder.
The people in these books are so stupid.
Reubens, whilst being a complete and utter arsewipe, rightly calls Anita out on being a bitch and then tries to wheedle her into breaking the law. Classy.
“The next time we meet, Anita Blake, you will be more cooperative,” Ruebens said.
Next time we meet, Anita will have officers of the police with her because you are a psychopathic asshole.
“You are an abomination before God.”
Where does it say ‘Thou shalt not be an animating bitch’?
The two people considering genocide go out and Anita gets a beep on her pager from the R-PIT squad. She does not consider telling them that there’s a hate group out there who wants to kill an entire species as Dolph has news of a juicy murder. It’s a lone vampire victim and despite talking about lone victims in the last book, Anita goes on about how unusual it is for a vampire to kill singularly. Even though it makes more sense to kill one person at a time, and thus avoid suspicion from the general population.
Police have very little sense of humor when they’re working on a murder case. Come to think of it, neither did I.
You were laughing and making bets when examining the corpse of an eviscerated woman in the last book. Don’t try and make yourself look noble Anita, it doesn’t work.