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


I let out a low, “Wow.”

“Yes,” Bradford said, “wow is good.”

No it isn’t.

Who – other than psycho killers – ever says WOW when they get to look at an eviscerated corpse?

Anita looks at the body, embarrassed that she’s forgotten her surgical gloves. Don’t worry, what with you being in street clothes and having your hair hanging all over the body, you’ve managed to get it nice and contaminated.

The body is a woman (well, Anita SAYS it is, but it could be anyone and be a person of any gender), it smells bad, it is in pieces, and clutches a wedding ring and a piece of cloth in one hand. Ah. Clues. Let’s see if Anita will bother to investigate them, after the whole ‘obsidian’ thing sank like the proverbial stone.

It’s not a piece of cloth, it’s a feather. I see that whole Aztec nonsense isn’t dying yet. Anita’s opinion is that the killers were organised, but are starting to panic or something so it became messy. Yeah, because the previous victims who were ripper apart were clinically killed. Franklin thinks that a human is still responsible for this, because he spoke sense and must be made into an idiot.

IT CLEARLY ISN’T

HOW MANY MORE CLUES DO YOU NEED?

A mark of a bad mystery is when the reader can predict the turns and the outcome and the solution of the crime. I may not know who’s behind it all, but I can tell it’s supernatural. I don’t like having the main character in a mystery story lag behind me and ignore the evidence presented to her. It makes the mystery dull and unenjoyable.

Anita then unleashes her special brand of ‘kick-ass’ (LOL) at Franklin for being so stupid.

“Do you really think a person is strong enough to tear someone apart like this quickly enough to have the blood this fresh? The damn thing’s bleeding like it’s still alive, it’s so damn fresh. I don’t think a human being could do this much damage this quickly.”

The body is a person. And I don’t think a dead body can bleed like a living person, mainly because once blood flow stops, bodies don’t bleed. If the body still appears like it is bleeding, then this is taking place maybe twenty minutes after the murder. Which is impossible.

Anita then launches herself into a whole holier than thou bit about how stupid Franklin is for assuming that it must be a human killer. I mean, yeah, he’s stupid considering the evidence given and that he lives in a world where supernatural creatures do a lot of awful and cruel things – and that this case is similar in nature to the mystery in The Laughing Corpse – but Anita is being such a shit, I can’t help but defend him.

Franklin just decides to continue looking for a human murderer, because there can never be an intelligent person in these books. Bradford asks Edward to profile the scene because… Edward can do that? Edward then brings up how he needs Olaf and how Marks gave him shit for being an asshole.

“Who is Otto Jefferies?” Franklin asked.

“He’s a retired government worker,” Edward said.

“How does a retired government worked have expertise on this type of killing?”

Edward looked at him until Franklin began to fidget, smoothing his hands down not just his tie but his suit coat. He even checked his cuffs, though to make the movement really effective you needed cufflinks. Buttons just didn’t do it.

“I’m sure you are implying something by your so pointed gaze, but my question stands. What kid of government worker would have this kind of expertise?”

Edward refuses to answer and stares at Franklin with bug eyes. Franklin is unconvinced, but seeing as he’s the sensible person in the room, he’s instantly overruled. Bradford demands he leave, saying Franklin should be ‘anywhere that is away from me’. Oh, I get it. Franklin woke you up early from your nap and didn’t have a bottle prepared.

This is all explained as Franklin being totes jealous of the new FBI department. Yeah, that’s why he very sensibly protesting bringing the dangerous serial killer and rapist to look at the crime scene. He’s just a meanie.

This is a book for grown ups.

I still maintain this series is the ultimate YA series.

Bradford tells us that he’s had the local area searched for the creature, but the police can’t find anything. Anita says they need to look out for ruins in case the creature is hiding in a kiva.

“What’s a kiva?” Bradley asked. [Which is it, Bradford or Bradley?]

“A sacred underground room for ceremonial magic. It’s one of the few things that most of the southwestern tribes, or pueblos, have in common.”

Bradley smiled. “Don’t tell me you’re also an expert on Native American religious practises, too?”

I shook my head. “Nope. I had a brief overview in my comparative religion class in college, but I didn’t take Native American as one of my electives. Knowing that kiva do exist and their general use pretty much exhausts my knowledge of the southwestern tribes. Now if you need to know details about the Sioux sun-worshipping rituals, those I remember.”

I don’t know much about that, for I worship the Sioux.

But, um, what the hell? Where did this massive info dump on kivas come from? Why was it needed? Was it a bit of research LKH did and was desperate to shove it into the novel to let everyone know she knew it? Because it makes no sense in this context and is entirely unnecessary.

Plus, how many college courses did Anita take? She’s taken a college course on friggin’ everything that’s ever come up in the books so far.

Anita suggests the police get in ‘trollhunds’, after the police bloodhounds refused to track the scent of the killer.

“Bloodhounds are a very friendly breed. They are not attack dogs.”

Bloodhounds are indeed very friendly, but seeing as they were bred to hunt wild boar (and wild boar can kill people really horribly) I doubt they are so cowardly that they would refuse to track a creature. Hmm. Fang from Harry Potter was a cowardly bloodhound. Hmmm. Methinks I smell influence.

Anyway, Anita says they need trollhunds, even though white dogs – any white dog – can be used to track down and hunt a supernatural creature. White animals repel evil..

“Unlike the bloodhound they will attack and kill what they trail.”

Do you know why bloodhounds aren’t trained to kill what they trail? Because it defeats the purpose of the hunt. Bloodhounds are used to hunt deer and wild boar, but the point of hunting is for the human to fucking kill the animal. Lordy, she is brainless.

Anita knows all this because her unnamed father is a vet. I guess that’s why she kept raising dead animals when she was a kid. She had ready access to them.

Olaf then comes in and stares down at the corpse with ‘enough raw lust to burn down the house’.

 

 

oh god vomit is rolling from my eyesockets again

 

 

Olaf then gets all dreamy and talks about how much the dead woman resembles Anita.

oh great.

i think we all need some happiness after this

watch harvey

ooohlalala

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

  1. Olaf wants to kill Anita. I think I like him just a little bit more. And Franklin belongs in a better series. One day I will write an epic crossover fic with all of the neglected awesome characters being awesome. I’ll have Leah and Jessica from Twilight, Taylor and Leila from 50 Shades of Grey, and Judith, Donna and Franklin from this mess. They deserve better.

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