A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Obsidian Butterfly’ chapter nine

Strangely enough, Lieutenant Marks doesn’t want to take Anita anywhere. Edward has to drive her. The drive is silent, giving Anita plenty of opportunity to wax lyrical about how kicking people in the face is a really effective communication tool.

Oh, and how the images of the victims is impeding her desire to kill things.

“I know why you’re afraid of this thing,” I said.

Because it skins people alive? Congratulations on speaking the obvious, Anita. They both talk about how they’ve accepted that they aren’t going to make it into old age, but to end up like those ‘things in the hospital’ is unacceptable.

‘Things’. They’re human beings, deserving of respect and compassion.

Anita says that they can’t think about bad things because they’ll become afraid, and how Edward taught her and he’s such a good teacher. Edward says he isn’t, because they’re both monsters. Yeah, but I think you were probably both born that way.

He slammed on the brakes and screeched to a stop on the side of the road. I had the Browning pointed at the side of his head, close enough that pulling the trigger would paint his brains all over the windows.



This leads to a great big monologue, where Anita announces that Edward wishes her to kill him if everything goes wrong. I don’t understand why. Anita promises that she will kill him when the time comes.

I thought you were too deeply embedded in Donna’s life, Edward. I thought you were too involved with her children. So now you’re going to leave them with the prospect of you being brutally murdered. After Donna’s husband was brutally murdered. Thanks for that, Edward. I’m sure you’re not going to completely destroy their emotional and mental health.

We would never go shopping together or eat an entire cake while we complained about men. He’d never invite me over to his house for dinner or a barbecue. We’d never be lovers. But there was a very good chance that one of us would be the last person the other saw before we died. It wasn’t friendship the way most people understood it, but it was friendship.

I’m sorry for you that you cannot conceive of a human relationship where sex is not involved.


3 thoughts on “A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Obsidian Butterfly’ chapter nine

  1. I have never seen them have any sort of positive interaction. The first time we met Edward he threatened to torture Anita. If LKH wants me to believe they are friends, she has to show me. And if she wants to believe Edward is a significant threat to Anita, she has to show me that too.

    I’m going to do an experiment, if that’s OK. LKH said that she wrote this as a kind of reversal of gender tropes, to have a woman do things that only men get away with in fiction. So I’m going to gender flip this and see what happens.

    So in this chapter, Elizabeth, who is called Eloise Forrester when she works with the police, drives Antony to the crime scene, because a female cop is so prejudiced against him that she won’t drive him anywhere. Antony and Elizabeth agree that they would rather kill each other than end up skinned alive. Antony knows that Elizabeth wants to kill him. They’re not friends as other people understand it, but they’re still friends. And despite previously saying she was too involved in the lives of Damian and his two children, Elizabeth is willing to die and leave them.

    Damian’s children are Penny, who shot the werewolf that killed their mother, and Ben, an adorable blond haired child whom Elizabeth takes to soccer practice.

  2. In Anita’s defense, she CAN conceive of a relationship that involves no sex; she has one going right here! It’s just that rather that being about sex it…apparently has to end in murder instead. Which isssssss…better?

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