So, the last werewolf wasn’t the last one by far! In fact, there was a group of werewolves, just waiting to be discovered. Then there were the new ones that Talulla kept making and they arrived at exactly the right moment. One of the things that turned me off about this book.
The cliffhanger at the end seemed unnecessary. For me, the story was complete, so why complicate it with the real Remshi’s appearance?
I love the covers on all the books in the series.
What I liked was that the author did not shy away from violence, gore, and the other big taboo, sex while in werewolf form!
I wasn’t a fan of Talulla because her inner monologues were just as irritating as I found Dani’s (Fever series by Karen Marie Moning) to be! Well, okay not that irritating but they did annoy me a lot. She may not have been likeable, however, I appreciated that she didn’t try justifying or apologize for who she was.
My mother once told me she thought hell would be nothing more than being given a glimpse of God — then having it taken away, forever.
His face was full of masculine prettiness and immensely likeable. Which, by horror’s law of inverted aesthetics, made me sure we were being taken to our death.
Even when you want to stop caring about it you can’t. Even when the solution to knowing they’re going to cut off your left breast is to disown it, you can’t. It’s yours.
If you were a woman a portion of your fear was given over, in installments that began when you were still a little girl, to rape
Did you write The Book of Remshi?
When papyrus was new.
For me, reading a new Molly Harper story is like getting a huge gift from the literary Gods. I can always count on lots of chuckles (or outright guffawing), a crazy cast of characters who are too charming not to like, and a HEA that will leave me sighing happily. Libby’s story hit those points and so many more.
‘Dear Lord’, I prayed, ‘please grant me the grace to explain this situation to my mother-in-law without permanently damaging our relationship. And if that’s not possible, please keep me from ripping her throat out, because that’s the sort of thing that will go on my undead permanent record.’
This was actually a tad different in a way from other Half-Moon Hollow novels in that, here, Libby was facing a terminal illness and dealing with what that would mean for her precious son Danny. So things started off on a rather sad note but then quickly became a wonderful look into what it was like to get her life back. Even if it meant her in-laws and the PTA members were none too happy about the ‘vampire’ situation.