It started out interestingly enough.
The only genuine blip in the first chapter occurred when the guys had to pick the lock to the abandoned building to enter it, yet never questioned how the hell all those people for the supposed party had entered if the place was locked up. However, these things happen. (In writing, I mean.) Not a big deal; merely unobservant characters.
But Chapter Two just made me boggle.
Fairies, centaurs, other realms with a king? Those made me smile but okay.
Only, then Demetri expositioned about how he, his father and his brother are ten thousand years old. So Hans, Demetri, and Elron have been around for that long. Yep. Completely makes sense. That would be about the time homo sapiens developed agriculture. Mesopotamia only just started out. Ancient Egypt was not in the cards for another seven thousand years or so. So what exactly do they all look like? And where did they get their names? Even allowing that they’re all from some other, fantastical dimension, this seems to be pushing credibility some. Even in a paranormal context.
It’s not that I have an issue with ancient being running around in jeans and playing cell phone games. They can even talk in a relaxed manner if it makes sense with their more recent history. But there has to be a certain underlying gravitas for such characters, a breath of ages past, or the impact of being that old is lost. And in that case, what’s really the point of it? In books like these we usually get either ancients who talk and behave like teenagers, or they’re of the stuffy, starched variety (as in Demetri’s case, who honestly reminds me more of a vampire than of someone connected to a wolf). And both options lack that sense of age I mentioned, that echo of time.
And isn’t it odd that in most of these paranormal books where beings stop aging once they’re in their prime, those who have kids always look significantly older? Don’t make it a point that everyone looks young forever if you want to incorporate “older men”. Technically most of these guys are that anyway. Geez. It’s especially weird here since all we learn of how old the forever-young Demetri appears is when Justin thinks of how he has to be at least in his late forties. Implying that Demetri looks that old, because simply going by the fact he has a son of twenty he could just as well be thirty-five and up.
But what really ruined it for me was when Demetri gave his little explanation to himself about why he had taken care of young Justin. Simply because it was almost the same paragraph of exposition twice with just a few pages in between. Possibly to ensure the reader hadn’t missed it, but more likely because the author forgot it was already there, indicating a certain lack of attention.
And with that, all my remaining expectations plummeted. (It doesn’t help that much later on he rescinds that exact explanation.)
To top matters off, there’s the Mistress issue. Why on earth did the author consider this a good idea? I completely understand wanting to use something other than mate (because it’s been used ad nauseam), but mistress as a gender-neutral expression doesn’t make sense. Why not use consort? It’s a nice word and one that would be highly appropriate in this case.
Speaking of words… We get lots of editing failures, such as indignity/indignation, steeped/steepled, flare/flair, riff/rift.
Sometimes I wonder. And then I wonder why I am still surprised that such things are overlooked in published books.
Still. All that aside, likeable characters can save almost any story, right?
Except Demetri is a jerk, and Justin’s silly beyond belief – and not in a fun way, alas. I can’t detect any emotional connection between those two, despite their protestations of love. At most it’s some imbalanced fixation. Do they ever even really interact, really talk?
And god, these people suck at communication. Everyone in this book does. It’s aggravating.
Okay, there is a single character I liked and who was not idiotic in some way: Wulf. What a nice, sensible guy. Pity his role was fairly small.
Towards the end things turn surprisingly gory. Just something to keep in mind for the more squeamish moods.
So now I am done and feeling decidedly unfulfilled. Ah well.