SNOWFLAKES! IMPORTANT THINGS! I AM GOING TO BE AT DENVER COMICON THIS WEEKEND! Booth 938, specifically, with a bunch of other awesome local writers. If you’re going (and you totally should), stop by and say hi! I would LOVE to meet you guys!
Now, let’s recap!
We open with Vachon’s crew meeting at his church/apartment/whatever. He goes down to escort Urs in, since she was raised Catholic and…still needs an invitation? Needs an escort for a church? It’s not very clear, but then we get a bomb dropped on us: Continue reading →
Who hopes this episode is all about String Theory? Anyone? Bueller? Just me? Well, okay then, let’s get to it!
Some blonde woman gets off a city bus. She is wearing ALL the 90s, all at once, and as she walks down the street, a Lincoln Town Car comes running at her. It hits her and sends her through a plate-glass window into a boutique window display, then the driver gets out and shoots her. Whoever directed this one decided that we should get reaction shots from all the mannequins.
Snowflakes! Sorry I flaked last week. Like I said, it was a hard week. But today I’m feeling just fine, and it’s been raining for days, so it’s the perfect weather to sit inside and snark on Nick. Let’s get started!
Some sort of street festival is happening. I think. Maybe it’s just a really big drum circle, who knows? Anyway, some cop is out on patrol, and he sees a woman slumped over her steering wheel in an alley. He checks her pulse and she yells something in some weird language, then slumps the other way. He calls in for an ambulance, and while he’s in front of the car, reading her plate, she runs him over. Continue reading →
OK, Snowflakes, here’s the deal: There was no TV recap this week because I got a little lazy and a lot tired. I just finished writing a novel on Tuesday, and started another one, and then Wednesday (which is the only day I have to do the recap) I had to work at one of my day jobs, and it was a long, long day. So I came home and watched TV.
But! I have the book recap, so forgive me? And let’s get started!
Snowflakes! I’m almost done with another novel! It has no vampires in it, though, but! After I’m done with this one, I’m on to the next book in the Imperial Vampires series, so I’m excited! Everything I say has exclamation points lately! Let’s recap!
Radu is bopping around Toronto, wishing for the arms of a woman. He’d spent the day in someone’s basement apartment, a man he killed. He assumed it was a servant’s apartment, but then no one came looking for the dude, so Radu haz the confuseds.
I’m so excited for this one, Snowflakes. Amnesia! Jokes! Nick being something other than whiny and irritating! Let’s get started!
Oh no! Nick’s being wheeled into the ER, no pulse, no breathing (obviously), and a big ol’ head wound. He’s been dead 19 minutes, and the ER team call time of death. Time to notify the ME.
Which, you know, is handy, since it’s Nat, and all. But before she shows up, Tracy and Reese are in the waiting room, and the ER doc notifies them that Nick didn’t make it. Tracy’s crying, saying it’s all her fault, and Reese asks her what happened. She didn’t get a good look at the shooter. Continue reading →
A lot of thinking in this chapter, guys. I’ll try to spice it up with memes.
We begin with someone thinking about how women are incomprehensible, and it’s so much easier to be a vampire than to be a human. Oh, it’s Lacroix thinking all this, capping it off with a stirring rendition of “Let A Woman In Your Life”:
Women, emotions caused by women, had ways of complicating the simplicity of one’s life. If one let them.
You know, they don’t say that at weddings anymore. At least not at any I’ve been to, which include strict Catholic at a Cathedral, wishy-washy Catholic at a church that looks like a hotel conference center, and a secular wedding at a zoo. Also, isn’t this episode about organ harvesting? I’m already confused, and I haven’t even pressed “Play”. So let’s get to it!
Some woman’s getting a tattoo, and she’s squirming a lot. Won’t that, like, screw up the tattoo? Also, it’s on her butt, but the artist is just pushing her underwear to the side. I wouldn’t pay for this, is what I’m saying.
The artist runs out of ink and goes to get some more, and some other dude knocks him out with a tire iron. Then he gropes the woman, and then he knocks her out and stuffs her in the back of a panel truck. Continue reading →