A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Narcissus in Chains’ chapter twenty four

It’s very hot in the UK right now so I am fairly sleepy. And I have lentil stew for dinner! MMMMMmmmm lentil stew with little smoked sausages….

Richard and Anita stare at each other. Anita is SAD. She asks for Gregory back, finally. Jacob smirks – as being evil is the only trait he has – and says that Gregory has been hidden on the werewolves land. If Anita can track him, she can have it back.

I raised my eyebrows at him. “I have to follow a scent trail like a dog?”

Yes, because it’s only dogs that ever use a sense of smell to locate anything. Plus, isn’t referring to werewolves as ‘dogs’ count as supernatural racism? Anita protests this, making Jacob smirk about how if she was a ‘true shapeshifter’ she could do it. Rafael argues that Anita hasn’t changed yet (because she is totally going to change) so she can’t do the test. Richard says that Anita can track Gregory in different ways, in any way someone as powerful as a Nimir-Ra can do.

Anita thinks and thinks and has to be told that no one is allowed to help her. She is just that dense. It takes her a while to suddenly think;

“Can I use my own metaphysical abilities to aid me?”

Well done, Anita. You can have yourself a toffee.

Jacob is not happy.

“I don’t think your necromancy is going to help you locate your leopard.”

Actually, it might do. If the bones Gregory was lying on were the largest burial sight in the area, I might be able to track the bones and find him.

sight (countable and uncountable, plural sights)

  1. (in the singular) The ability to see.  [quotations ▼]
  2. The act of seeing; perception of objects by the eye; view.  [quotations ▼]
    to gain sight of land
  3. Something seen.  [quotations ▼]
  4. Something worth seeing; a spectacle.  [quotations ▼]
    You really look a sight in that silly costume!
  5. A device used in aiming a projectile, through which the person aiming looks at the intended target.
  6. A small aperture through which objects are to be seen, and by which their direction is settled or ascertained.  [quotations ▼]
    the sight of a quadrant
  7. (now colloquial) a great deal, a lot; frequently used to intensify a comparative.  [quotations ▼]
    a sight of money
    This is a darn sight better than what I’m used to at home!
  8. In a drawing, picture, etc., that part of the surface, as of paper or canvas, which is within the frame or the border or margin. In a frame, the open space, the opening.
  9. (obsolete) The instrument of seeing; the eye.  [quotations ▼]
  10. Mental view; opinion; judgment.  [quotations ▼]

Not a single one of those can be applied to that sentence. You mean ‘site’. And what bones? Gregory is lying down on a pile of bones? Since when? No one has said that. Anyway, why can’t Anita use her ‘beast’? Shouldn’t her beast be able to find one of her leopards?

Anita kneels on the ground ‘Indian fashion’. *swats with a plastic ruler* What does that even mean? Can’t you just say she knelt down without using an offensive descriptor? Anita is going to call the munin because…. she can’t use her other metaphysical abilities that might be useful.

The munin are the spirits of the dead, put into a sort of racial memory bank that can be access by lukoi who have the ability to speak with them.

‘Racial memory bank’. Werewolves aren’t a race. They’re not even a species. They cannot reproduce and create children that have inherited their characteristics. You fail biology.

Anita tries calling the munin but she can’t get in touch with them. Well, the only one she can find is Raina but Raina is always there.

Raina filled me like a hand inside a glove, and I was the glove.

Congratulations. I am melting like an icecube, for I am like a icecube put in a place to melt.

But I’d worked a long time to be able to control her. We’d worked out a deal of sorts. I used her memories and powers, and I let her have some fun. The problem was that Raina had been a sexually sadistic nymphomaniac when alive, and death hadn’t changed her much.

I don’t like that comma. And two issues;

  1. You let the spirit inside you that enjoys raping and torturing people to have ‘fun’. You’re a horrible person.
  2. I don’t see much of a difference between Raina and Anita any more.

Anyway, congrats Anita, you’re now being possessed by Raina. I guess that must be because we never see Anita make any attempts to better herself or improve her skill set.


“Guess again, my honey wolf.”

He flinched at the nickname. In wolf form Richard is a ginger color, like red honey, though I’d never really thought of it like that before. Trust Raina to think of something thick and sticky when she looked at a man.

So… Richard is a different type of wolf from the other werewolves? Because wolves aren’t naturally different colours, like cats. Different species of wolves are different colours. And why did you switch to present tense? Anita starts to bicker with Raina and Jacob is totes surprised because Anita can’t call munin because she’s not lukoi because she’s totes going to be a wereleopard.

Raina likes Jacob but is totes shocked because Richard has ruined the pack. She wants to fix it and Anita agrees.

Either I had been corrupted, or Raina had never been quite as corrupt as I thought. I wasn’t sure which idea bothered me more.

Oh, I know what should bother you. You should be bothered you’re happy to be like a woman who liked to torture and rape people. Although there is no difference, really, between Raina and Anita now.


Anita asks Raina where Gregory is hidden. She gives a vague message that he’s in a hole on a pile of bones. Anita has a full on vision of what happened to Gregory which is incredibly vague. Raina fills her head with images of the people whose bones are in the pit. Anita flails around and cries. But she knows where Gregory is now, the only worry is having to repay Raina later.

You learnt diddly squat about controlling munin, Anita. You are useless.

Anita is angry that Richard put Gregory on a pile of bones and this makes Richard ANGRY. Anita gets ANGRY because someone made Gregory not able to turn (what else do you think would happen to him to stop him from running away?) and this means there’s someone who does ‘dirty work’.

Anita tries to punch Richard in the face and now all the werewolves are coming at her.

Well…. at least something is happening. It’s stupid and it took far too long to get to anything resembling a plot point, but it’s there. Somewhere.


7 thoughts on “A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Narcissus in Chains’ chapter twenty four

    • It keeps going from boiling humidity to sudden violent thunderstorms. People will tell you about how miserable the British summer is – that it’s cold and wet, etc – but, nope, the misery lies in going from so hot and humid you can’t breathe to sudden flash flooding.

      I am not built for humidity. I wish winter was coming quicker.

  1. WRT to sitting ‘Indian style’ it means to sit on the floor with your legs crossed, like a lotus position. I think it’s ‘tailor style’ in Europe (which of course is mostly France). 🙂
    They were calling it that when I was young, but they don’t do it so much anymore, for Some Reason.
    Now kindergarten teachers tell their kids to sit “criss-cross applesauce”, lol!

  2. “She asks for Gregory back, finally. Jacob smirks – as being evil is the only trait he has – and says that Gregory has been hidden on the werewolves land. If Anita can track him, she can have it back.”

    I’m sorry, but I can’t see a problem in this stupid as fuck situation. Anita could just say: “Hey, assholes! Holding people against their will is very fucking illegal! Let him go or I’ll call the cops RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!” In the real world that would hardly do the thing, but seeing those fuckers never even CONSIDER police’s existence in this universe I bet they would be fucking terrified! Why didn’t she do that?! Why is she so fucking dumb?!!

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