Blind Prophecy

Since last weekend had me in bed with the plague, I’m feeling especially anxious to get out and cause some trouble this weekend.

But before I head out on the town, I just wanted to take a moment and mention how great the new Anita Blake Vampire Hunter comic book series is. I know I’ve given Laurell K. Hamilton a hard time of late, and I still stand by it. But going back to the beginning (the comics literally tell the story from the books, starting with Guilty Pleasures) only reminds me how great this series was when it started… long before the days of Anita “OMG, I have to have crazy group sex every couple hours or I’ll die, yet I’m possibly the mostest superpowered badass magic thing of all badass magic things EVAR, what’s that about? Oh, and it’s okay if the boys want to have some buttsex, but there will be no lesbians in my bed, just lots and lots of perfect vampires and lycanthropes with penises and long hair who are into S&M and rough sex all the time… OMG, it’s been 20 pages since I had sex with someone new and I gotta get laid now or …” Blake. 

See, back in the good old days, Anita solved crimes and shit. Something bad was happening and she, as a Federal Agent, found the monster and killed it. The storyline of her attraction to vampires and werewolves was about her gradual shift from strict black-and-white moral absolutism to a nuanced morality (with a strong sense of ethics and rational morality to back it up). Now it seems that the metaphor, the symbolic storyline has become the main attraction in LKH’s books, as it shifts genre from supernatural detective thriller to fantasy erotica.

Still, the comic series gives us a chance to relive the old days when Anita solved crimes with reason and experience instead of magic-power-of-fucking. In these first two issues, we’ve already seen her in combat with powerful vampires and a horde of wererats. Additionally, I think the writers are doing a fantastic job of getting the story across in truncated form, and the artwork is great.

Now, to completely negate my whole “action is better than romance” rant above, I present the following prettiness…

I’m off to the drinking and revelry.

Oh, and although I’ve been absolutely terrible about remembering to send birthday greetings for the past few months (don’t worry, I forget my siblings’ and parents’ birthdays, too… in fact, I’d forget my birthday if I was distracted enough), it would be a shame if I didn’t wish Masq a joyous day, full of appropriately overcast and drizzly skies to make her happy.

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