A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘The Killing Dance’ chapter twenty five


Hey guys! I’m writing this from the Bath Youth Hostel. It’s very hot and I am narrowly avoiding complete panic. I’m starting the internship tomorrow morning and I am half excited, half terrified.

And onto today’s chapter.

JC laughs at Anita for being uncomfortable. She accuses him of being devious and crude. He walks out, so Anita can now stare at Richard who is teetering on the ‘asshole/nice guy’ line.

He moved towards me. The shorts were slit high enough that I could see almost a clear line from foot to waist.

Whatever.

Anita thinks he looks ‘scrumptious’ but Richard is suddenly awkward about it all. Oh, is that guilt from forcing your girlfriend to be permanently connected to a guy who enjoys sexually assaulting her? Although she was trying to force you into ripping Marcus’s head off… either way, these two should not be in a relationship. It’s really not healthy.

They decide to make out anyway. After a while, JC comes on through in a pair of pyjamas. Richard promises that he would never ever hurt Anita, while JC walks around them. Anita and Richard make out some more, while POWER crackles everywhere. JC joins in. POWER builds up. Anita sees white spots and says that there must be blood. She demands she have blood so JC… drinks from Richard? There is a lot of POWER. Anita flaps around the floor like a fish. She has raised something from the dead. JC sticks his hand down the front of her trousers even though Anita says no. He laughs at her.

This was a longer chapter, but this is all that happens. The rest of it is padding about how amazing this all is repeated as nauseam. I thought I would spare you all from LKH’s teenage fantasies and how poorly written they are.

POWER.

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4 thoughts on “A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘The Killing Dance’ chapter twenty five

  1. ” She has raised something from the dead. JC sticks his hand down the front of her trousers”
    I read that as “the front of *his* trousers”, then giggled like a 12 year old. That’s not what she meant by ‘raise the dead’, J.C.
    Writing about metaphysical things is difficult, I’m just happy she’s not resorting to food metaphors at this time, but… yeah. Power, power, POWER! Power?

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