A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘The Killing Dance’ chapter thirty eight


Anita treks all the way back to Circus of the Damned, covered in Richard’s sticky goo. She is very sad that after demanding that Richard change into a wolf in front of her and that he kill Marcus, he did both of those things.

Although I can sympathise that she’s upset at watching her boyfriend bits of a corpse. Even if she thinks that for a second, then can only think about how she had almost joined in and isn’t that awful and OH WHAT DID RICHARD ALMOST MAKE HER DO?

Uh, he didn’t try to make you do anything. You made him take this course of action and even though it’s an awful situation, I feel sorrier for Richard. Or something. I don’t know who I should side for in this mess.

Anita tries to kick in the door of the Circus and JC answers it. He asks her what is wrong, even though a vampire who controls werewolves should probably know what goes on at werewolf alpha fights.

His shirt was a deep, rich blue, not quite dark enough to be navy, the sleeves full, with wide cuffs, the collar high but soft, almost as if it were a scarf. I’d never seen him in blue of any shade. It made his midnight blue eyes seem bluer, darker. His jeans were black and tight enough to be skin, the boots were knee-high, with a trailing edge of black leather that flopped as he moved.

I don’t think this is the time for Anita to mentally catalogue JC’s hideous outfits. It isn’t consistent with the narrative of a traumatised young woman.

JC demands that Anita throw her cross away and says that Richard is alive while Marcus is dead. He asks why she is crying. Anita retorts that GOD SHE IS NOT CRYING so JC rubs his hands on her face to taste her tears.

I hate it when that happens in vampire books. It’s creepy.

“You taste like your heart has broken, ma petite.”

So creepy.

Anita says for him to get away, he’ll get werewolf gunk on him, and JC asks how in earth is she covered in werewolf goo? He finally works out that she saw Richard change and Anita says how Richard practically forced himself to change right on top of her.

You wrapped your arms around him and refused to let go. I hate to be pedantic about it, but Richard wasn’t at fault here. Remarkable.

Anita cries and cries that her boyfriend ate someone else while being comforted by her boyfriend that also eats people. JC is being the, well, the nicest he’s ever been written. He’s supportive and non-rapey, which makes me instantly suspicious of what his motives are. This series never has any character be nice for the sake of being nice. There’s always an awful agenda.

I don’t like being suspicious of everyone. It doesn’t make for fun reading.

I shook my head. He was up to something.

Even Anita knows it. Which is bad considering what’s coming up. Obviously, the whole idea of the blog is that I’ve never read the book before, but I am aware of what is going to happen. And the fact that Anita knows JC is being manipulative of her in this emotional state makes it even worse.

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2 thoughts on “A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘The Killing Dance’ chapter thirty eight

  1. She does not sound like a traumatized person. She sounds like someone who stands there going ‘hit me! hit me as hard as you can!’ and then starts whining when you actually smack them. And I’ve never known anyone as distressed as Anita is meant to be stop to analyse an outfit. If she never normally noticed details, it could work, but she does this every time someone walks onstage!

    • ‘She does not sound like a traumatized person. She sounds like someone who stands there going ‘hit me! hit me as hard as you can!’ and then starts whining when you actually smack them’.

      Yes. Unfortunately yes.

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