She’s into everything King Arthur. Is Seph going to be Guinevere to Menessos’s King Arthur and Johnny’s Lancelot?
Fun. Light. I finished reading this practically in one seating. There’s no world-shattering problem, no demons out to destroy the world, just Persephone Alcmedi—a low-profile witch and newspaper columnist, her cranky grandmother who got kicked out of a nursing home, a pack of werewolf-friends who keep themselves locked up during full moons, some arrogant vampires and their wannabe-vampire lackeys, and one murdered friend.
In a world where weres are the underdogs, justice for Seph’s friend may be out-of-reach—unless she does something about it. Between kenneling werewolves and using her column to drum up sympathy for the unfair treatment of weres, she’s doing more than her fair share for the cause. But if the head witch of the local coven seems convinced Seph can actually go after the killer, a powerful vampire, the universe may have something more up its sleeve regarding her role in easing the tension between races.
Johnny, her rather intimidating werewolf-friend tells her she’s the Lustrata, a sort-of mediator-savior, someone who has a foothold in all supernatural worlds: vampire, werewolf, fairy, and witch. So far, good enough, though the Lustrata revelation was introduced pretty hastily, with little preamble.
This book is not going to be a favorite, but I don’t mind following more of Seph’s adventures. If she were a real person, she would be approachable. As an urban fantasy heroine, she’s rare—polite instead of a smart-mouth, and assertive instead of ass-kicking.
If there were such a thing as a cozy urban fantasy, this would be it. Relatively, there is less blood and gore in this book. I hope though that the vampire leader Menessos would clean up better in the sequel; I’m not very impressed with him. He acts too anxious and conniving to come across as a sexy character. While Johnny is a puppy.