That’s my rating. LOL This isn’t really a review…it’s more of a Thank You.
If you haven’t been following the Black Dagger Brotherhood (BDB) series (why not?), you’ve been missing something incredible. This is book 11.
I try hard to read the books slowly, but I get caught up. I’m not a terribly fast reader, though, so hours go by and I don’t notice. The dishes remain undone (since March 26th when the pre-ordered book blessedly appeared on my Kindle—the sink is a disaster area). Haven’t cooked anything in 3 days—family has been living on ham and cheese sandwiches, I think. I’ve worked, but have been carrying my iPhone with me everywhere (yay Kindle app!) so I can sneak in pages wherever I am.
I was fortunate when I started the series around 2007. I saw a book on the shelf in a Walmart that looked interesting, so I picked it up. Turned out it was not only fantastic, it was a series—yay! I had actually picked up the second book and read it first then immediately went back to the store (I had to go to 2 different ones) and got the other three that were out at the time. I was HOOKED.
Waiting on the subsequent books has been torture, but a fun torture knowing that when the waiting is over, I’ll have a couple of fantastic days where I do little to nothing else but immerse myself in that world.
This book concerns what I’ll call the “second generation” of vampires. When the series began, these vamps were not even mentioned, but they’ve become as integral to the story as the original members of the brotherhood.
This is really Quinn and Blay’s story, although there are many other characters developing alongside them.
I cried. Yepper. Parts of the story just got to me, especially the stuff with Blay’s parents and how accepting they were of their son, no matter what. I’m also in love with Assail, a ne’er do well I can’t help but adore. When he’s talking to Sola’s grandmother, keeping her calm while inside he’s a wreck…yeah. He won me over.
And Layla and the poor, cursed Xcor. That story is going to be awesome. Talk about your Romeo and Juliet, warring families comparison.
What gets me most in the books, though, is the writing. The only word I can come up with is seamless. I swear, I do try to read them slow to figure out how in the heck she is doing this so well…but I am left with, yeah, she’s just that good.
I can do dialogue, but the parts between the talking is often my problem. Then, I read something like this:
“With the club music pounding, and a stadium full of strangers milling around them, with the bartender delivering drinks and the working girls working, with a thousand other lives rolling onward… time stopped for both of them.”
And I wonder, “How in the heck can I do that myself??”
And let’s not forget the king of the vampires:
“I am very comfortable with conflict, be it of the legal or mortal kind. My father was a mediator, a bridge maker. I am a grave maker.”
Her dialogue is always true, and even though there is a multitude of names to keep up with, it’s seamless because each has his own voice.
And my absolute favorite:
“We work together. That’s it. So I want you to do us both a favor before you think I ‘need’ to know something. Ask yourself, ‘If I were flipping burgers at McDonald’s, would I be telling the f**king fry guy this?’ If the answer is no, then shut the hell up.”
The amazing thing about the books is how Ward never has long, boring parts…in fact, nothing is boring. Absolutely nothing. Loads happening, loads of characters whose lives are intertwined, and every single one of them is a tortured soul!
Absolutely can’t stop reading them…
So, if you haven’t read them, there are no spoilers here. Go out and buy the second book first, then buy the rest—and give yourself the gift you deserve, an amazing book series by someone who gets it.