Black Magic Woman by Christine
Warren
Daphanie Carter is thrilled that
her sister Danice finally found her Prince Charming – even though he’s not
quite, well, human. Daphanie is trying
to keep an open mind. Which is why she
jumps at the chance to enter the hidden world of The Others when a friendly imp
invits her to a non-human nightclub.
Daphanie’s curious to see how the Other half lives –and parties- but soon, one handsome stranger has her
bewitched, bothered and beside herself.
Lets start off by saying that I
really do love Christine Warren’s books.
There’s a note from the author at the start of the book explaining that
in the beginning there was only ever going to be five books (there are at least
fifteen, at this point) and that’s why the order of things gets mixed around
and some facts may or may not add up.
But that’s not the problem I have with this book. I don’t know about anyone else, but I find
the unusual spelling of a character – any character’s – name to be highly
distracting. Daphanie, for example makes
me want to call her Daff-ah-knee. Or
maybe just Daffy, which is somewhat appropriate considering her behaviour in
the first few chapters of the book.
Now, I get it, I really do, that
when facing the prospect of being in-laws to someone who is not precisely human
– not only that, but suddenly discovering that there are far more things in
this world that can no longer be scoffed at and called ‘myth’. That, right
there, is perfectly understandable. But
given that her sister, just got married to a changeling, you would think that
maybe, just maybe, she would ask her sister if she had a question about Other
society and how to behave, right?
WRONG.
At her sister’s wedding
reception no less, she catches this little imp who literally looks like a small
devil, surmises that he is there under false pretences and proceeds to
interrogate him. The upshot is that he
takes her along to a place called ‘Lurk’ (and if the red skinned imp wasn’t a
giveaway, the name of this club should have set off a few alarm bells
certainly). Did I mention that she snuck
out of the reception for this guy? I
dunno, I’d be cranky if my sister snuck out of my wedding reception for any
reason not approaching Chernobyl on a scale of one to catastrophic.
Now, given that she is now in a
frankly dodgy club in an area of town that she shouldn’t be in, in a club she
has no business being at, with a being
she should not under any circumstances have trusted – I would have ordinarily
pegged her lifespan to last approximately 3.8 seconds under the
circumstances. But given that this is a
romance novel, she has the rest of the book to stun us with her dreadfully optimistic
(stupid) choices.
This Asher guy now, he seems to
have his head on straight. He’s just
chilling at the bar, relaxing after a hard day’s work, and in walks this sheila
with wide touristy eyes (she should know better, as the book explains several times,
since she’s from Brooklyn and all).
Naturally she gets into trouble, and he has to step in. Admittedly, it’s not her fault. Given the same situation, and being called
the same names by an obnoxious person is not going to make me react much
differently to Daphanie. Then again, if
I was confronted by some guy in a seedy bar that caters exclusively to people
of a … let’s say special nature, I’d like to think that I would have the damned
sense to keep my mouth shut. Especially
when a huge guy with wings steps in and essentially rescues my butt.
After all that mess gets sorted
out (sort of) we get to see that Daphanie is not some hot tempered ignoramus
with the survival instincts of a suicidal lemming, she’s a hot tempered, highly
creative and wandering world traveller.
And she’s a blacksmith. This is
something I. Just. Love. A blacksmith?
How wicked is that? Of course, by
the time we get to see her in action, things have progressed to “Holy crab cakes
Batman!” and she just gets the coals of her forge heated up when the manure hits the
windmill.
I won’t go into details, but with
doppelgangers, bad voodoo, zombies, secret plots to take over the world .. it’s
another Tuesday in the world of the Others.
Once Daphanie starts using her head and Asher stops using his naughty
parts, and they both start to think – we’re in business.