I am trying to write a summary that I normally preface
every review with and my brain decided to inflict narcolepsy on me at the very
idea. Why?
Well, I’ve shaken this book, looked around the edges,
skimmed through it again, double checked, skimmed through it the other way in
case there’s a secret code – I’ve even put on my Enigma Brain and looked for
some kind of secret code.
But no, despite being over 500 interminably boring pages
long, there is no plot in this book. None, none at all. There are random events
but nothing actually happens, not one damn relevant thing. Let me sum up the
gazillion unnecessary storylines in this 590+ page book.
Blay & Qhuinn:
Angst! Convoluted reason why we can’t be
together! Angst some more! And some more! Ridiculous misunderstanding that
drives us apart! OMG MORE AAAAANGST! And secrecy and ANGST!
Xcor and the Band
of Bastards: RAWR. Well, growl anyway. More biding our time. Which is code
for doing nothing – except stalking Layla in a tragic romantic fashion that’s
totally not creepy honest
Layla: I’m pregnant with the baby Qhuinn and I randomly
wanted out of the blue without any forethought! Yay! No I’m not, ANGST! Yes I am, YAY! Oh and still fixated on
violent, vicious traitor with no redeeming features – this is romantic and not
a sign that I need a serious intervention or a slap upside the head!
The Lessers: Rawr! Actually, no; rawr suggests we’re
doing stuff. We’re kind of hanging around being evil. Go Evil! Still evil!
Sola: Hi, I’m a completely new character dropped in
because even the teeny tiny side characters you don’t give a damn about simply
must have a love interest! Assail looked at me and I am now smitten for life
and completely ruined for other men. Despite my utter pointlessness, you get to
spend several pages in my POV! Funsies! Seriously, a ride around in Wrath’s dog’s
head would be more interesting and relevant.
Luchas, Qhuinn’s brother is alive and stuff! Yay… I
guess? Was there a reason I was supposed to care about this guy?
Assail: remember me? Probably not because I’m a
completely unnecessary side character and little more than a clone of Rehvenge
anyway. I’m here for no damn good reason and no-one should care about me but I’m
apparently important, who knows why. I have a love interest now – let the
creepy stalking and threats commence! Yay romance!
Trez & iAm: Hey you finally get to learn about the
Shadows and our culture, who we are and what we’re doing! Hah, just kidding! No
Trez is a sex addict who is running away from an arranged marriage, deals with
that by sleeping with every other woman in the city, possibly the state and is
now fixating on yet another woman as his one and only twu lub forever after
glancing at her once, from a distance. Ho-hum. Creepy stalking and angst will,
no doubt, commence in the next book.
I think that about covers everything. Wrath is the king
and being kingly, the glymeria are still pointlessly wasting their time
plotting pointlessly about pointless things. There’s some random fight scenes
for the sake of fighting and we get an eternally long sequence of Quinn flying
a plane because funsies (and I am resisting the urge to say something about
motherfucking vampires on a plane, I hope you realise this)!
Which covers most of the book – nothing actually
happening, all the plots kind of drifting in the breeze, the Brotherhood
serving more as comic relief than as any actual warriors and all delivered with
JR Ward’s… signature writing style. Hopelessly overwritten with ridiculous descriptions,
the longest winded possible ways of describing anything and three styles of
dialogue: a grossly stilted formal to show how posh people are; an archaic
style which includes lots of “o’er” which is damn unpronounceable and I don’t
believe anyone has ever used in actual English, ever and then this terrible,
awful fake street-tough-guy-wannabe-ghetto talk that is the Brotherhood’s
trademark which is made only MORE ridiculous by the book opening with a Black
character from the poor side of town complaining about a middle-class to rich
White kid mimicking his way of talking to sound cool. Tell me that was an
attempt at self-satire! Tell me! Because I can’t believe an author can be aware
enough of this issue while writing 11 books of the Black Dagger Brotherhood’s
dialogue!









