James and Greg are called for a rather worrying murder –
a body drained of blood and ready to wake up again as a vampire. Yes, they’re
not the only vampires in town any more.
Far from it, they suddenly find themselves surrounded by
vampires – a whole pack of bloodsuckers who have passed under their radar. Or,
perhaps more accurately, James and Greg have passed under their radar.
They’ve been noticed now – and not only do they have a
baby vampire to look after, but James’s creator is in town. Throw in a pack of
college vampires preying indiscriminately and an old vampire who claims to be
the boss of all vampires in the city and there’s a lot to handle and a lot to
learn
Even before the werewolf vampire hunter shows up
Greg and James’ experience as vampires is interesting and
grows complex in this book. I have previously said that I loved how we had 2
vampires who genuinely enjoyed being vampires. In this that changes a lot –
while James still very much revels in being a vampire, he clearly still holds a
severe grudge against the vampire that sired him. This is as much from the way
he was sired as anything else. But Greg goes beyond that – he doesn’t like
being a vampire, and part of that is linked to his weight, as a fat man who can
now never lose weight, he resents being a vampire, but part of it is linked to
the old cliché – he won’t be able to grow old and have kids. I have to say I
don’t like the meme, it’s been done too often and there’s rarely enough justification
for why people should hate being supernatural immortals so much. In this case
we have more because of the way they were sired as well as watching their
childhood friend grow old and develop cancer it probably brings it home much
more powerfully. So, it’s a more reasoned depiction of the whole “woe is me I’m
a vampire” and they certainly don’t spend pages whining about it, but I can’t
help but be sad that they’ve reversed something in the series I loved so much.
But this also partially reflects their conflicting
attitudes towards what it takes to be a vampire. Greg is ferociously dedicated
to drinking blood only from blood bags and hates that James continues to bite
people and teach the new vampire Abby how to hunt. They even have an outright
argument about it when James finally snaps in the face of Greg’s judgement and
reluctance because Sabrina is in trouble and it’s time for Greg to act like the
apex predator he is. In some ways it’s reminiscent of the whole Musty Vampire
vs Evil Fun Vampire trope we see a lot – but by making them friends and the
differences not so extreme it adds a lot of new angles to an old idea.
I really quite like how Greg and James were introduced to
the greater vampire community and authority. It’s interesting because, again,
it’s so very different from what we’re used to. So often the local vampire
authorities are extremely powerful and not to be messed with – they serve as a
deus ex machinae, a limit on character actions. But Greg and James, because of
their contact with Sabrina (and I also like that killing a human detective
isn’t seen as something that can be done in a casual or offhand manner, even
for a vampire) and the fae in previous books, they’re too much a wildcard to be
so dismissed. It strikes an excellent balance between having a vastly older
more powerful vampire to be respected, yet not having to grovel – it, again,
flies in the face of many tropes and not just because the protagonist is cocky
and spunky and refuses to grovel when they should. I like that the master of
the city is clearly powerful through machinations and plotting not just age and
power – and the plotting is rather nicely displayed.
I do like the dynamic and the relationship growing
between Sabrina and James. They have finally taken the step into becoming an
official couple. I love their declarations of affection for each other which
are wonderfully well written, passionate and heartfelt without being soppy and
ridiculous. I love their couple dynamic, I love how they interact. I love how
James respects Sabrina’s strength and capability and values her and wants to
save her without wanting to stuff her in a box to be kept safe.
I do not like that she needs to be rescued. Again. This is becoming an annoying
habit that this supremely strong, confident, capable woman is repeatedly
imperilled and needs rescuing by a man. It’s an old trope and it feels like
some kind of requirement for strong female characters – they need to be
kidnapped and rescued as some kind of reassertion of femininity. Like, yes she’s
strong, yes she’s capable even yes she’s dangerous – but under it all she’s
still a damsel. Especially since James’s “sister” Abby is also put in a
situation where James rescues her. It’s a mixed bag – because Sabrina is
powerful and dangerous and Abby can definitely kick arse. Sabrina openly
challenges any sexism towards her and the brief jealousy between Sabrina and
Abby over James is quickly shelved. But in some ways it seems even worse to set
these two characters up as capable, powerful, strong, dangerous fighters and
STILL have them kidnapped in need of rescue – which is hardly the first time,
Sabrina’s getting her card stamped so many times she may get her 10th
rescue free voucher.
I did like that, though Lillith was a bit part, there was
far more respect for her power – even acknowledging her as The power in the
city. And I liked the summation of her history – albeit highly simplistic, it
emphasised that she was damned because she demanded equality – that she
expected to be treated as an equal.
We have some background POC but not much more as far as
racial inclusion. One thing that is interesting is that this book is set in the
south and James openly challenges some really racist attitudes in his own
family. That isn’t to say that all southern USA-ians are racist, of course not
– bu this is interesting for the genre. The southern US states – and
confederate vampires both – are far from uncommon in the genre. And there’s a
lot of romanticism going on and a whole lot of whitewashing goes with it – so it’s
quite refreshing to have an unvarnished, not going to look away from it
condemnation of the romantic, racist attitudes.