Very proud moment for me today – my budgie has finally learnt how to play his little toy drum. He has finally condescended to play with it, after screaming furiously at it for a week. Edgar is a very fussy boy, and gets unhappy when you put new toys in his cage. As if buying him toys was some kind of great evil.
Everyone walks together to get to Papa’s secret rooms inside the club. Anita appears to have a gun out for some reason.
I liked having a loaded gun in hand the first time I paid a call.
Olaf and Professor Dallas walk ahead into a dark bit, so Anita and Edward are sent into a tizzy, thinking that vampires are trying to kill him or something.
Anita then walks into the dark bit, which turns out to be a room full of vampires. This sends Anita into a fainting fit because…. reasons?
It wasn’t just the number of them. It was my own ability to sense them that was the problem. I’d been around a hundred vamps before, but they hadn’t affected me like this. I didn’t know if having walled off my link to Jean-Claude made me more vulnerable to them, or if my necromancy had grown since then. Or maybe Itzpapalotl was just that much more powerful than the other master had been. Maybe it was her power that had made them so much more than most vamps.
- So, you’re pulling this out of your ass then.
- Because you’ve been around a hundred vamps before and it’s never bothered you before.
- You haven’t displayed any increased vampire sensitivity since your tripower shit with JC and Richard.
- I fail to see how a magical discipline can grow. You talent at it can grow. Necromancy in itself cannot grow.
- If she’s so powerful how come she’s just Master of one city and not on the vampire council?
- Anita, you killed a guy who could move the earth itself. Having the ability to sense powers is not a powerful power. It’s like the ability to sense relationships – vaguely useful, but not that great. Well, unless you’re scouting for people to become powerful vamps. Which would be self-defeating, as they would get rid of Itzpapalotl in a heartbeat.
- LKH just added this in to be vaguely interesting and it hasn’t worked.
Papa is amongst the other vampires and let’s Anita call her Obsidian Butterfly so LKH can stop spelling it. I can’t blame her, as I’ve stopped calling her by her full name, but you named the character, if you can’t deal with it, think of a better name. They accuse each other of distrusting the other, and Papa offers to send some of her vamps away if Anita drops her gun. Her gang put up their guns, which is… well, I’d ask them to just put them away, and Papa sends some of her vamps away.
They were all pale, but the natural skin colour of many was darker than Caucasian, so even pale, they weren’t the ghostly paleness I was used to seeing. I realized with something like shock that most of the vampires I knew were Caucasian. Here, white skin was the minority. A nice reversal.
‘A nice reversal’. God, do you think she’s aware of the shitstreams she keeps publishing? Not only does Anita enjoy her life of white privilege, but that extends to vampires, who no matter what skin colour they may have, are rendered ‘pale’ by what they become. No one is a person of colour in this books. Everyone who dares to be anything other than white will become white.
It’s the same shit Stefanie Meyer pulled. It doesn’t stop being racist with time.
The vampires look sick, and Anita says that vampires can’t get sick, forgetting that she’s dealt with sick vampires before.
One of them stumbled and fell at my feet, landing heavily on hands and knees. He stayed where he was, head hanging down. His skin was a dirty white, like snow that had lain too long by a busy road, a greyish white.
Not only did you ruin the metaphor by overexplaining it, I’m just… I hope that was a Caucasian vampire. I really hope that.
Sick vampires paw at Anita, sniff her, and sort of faint. She pulls a gun out and another Aztec vampire comes barrelling out of nowhere, dragging a vampire from her. Other vampires run out of the room and Papa screams at them for disgracing her. She promises that they can feed.
Then she spoke low and rapidly in a language that was sort of Spanish sounding, but it wasn’t Spanish. I don’t speak Spanish, but I’ve heard it often enough to know it when I hear it, and this wasn’t it.
That is so fucking clunky. Why is it so hard to write ‘I didn’t recognise the language, but to me, it sounded quite like Spanish’? Plus, could you not be bothered to do any research into the 67 national languages of Mexico?
A big vampire grabs her, and her gun hits into him, and her cross comes out and bright light spreads out everywhere. They start to scream, and the big vampire… starts to die? And then he does something and grabs him so she threatens to shoot him, and then she does and it makes his head explode even though her gun was pointing into his stomach.
Edward and Anita stare at the corpse and talk about the ammo. Papa buts in to remind them that they’re here to talk about the murders. Anita ignores this to demand Dallas be taken away, and thinks about how much Papa starves her vampires and how much looking into Edward’s face reminds her that she is blank.
this was a weird chapter.
Also we’re a third of the way through the book and no progress as such has been made on the mutilation case.