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By Rachel Caine. In the college town of Morganville, vampires and humans coexist in relatively bloodless harmony. Then comes Bishop, a master vampire who threatens to abolish all order, revive the forces of the evil dead, and let chaos rule. But Bishop isn't the only threat. Violent black clouds promise a storm of devastating proportions. As student Claire Danvers and her friends prepare to defend Morganville against the elements - both natural and unnatural - the unexpected happens:
Eve was off to the coffee shop, Common Grounds, with the justaboutasawful Oliver, her former boss. Michael was about to head out to the university with Richard Morrell, the mayor's son. How he was supposed to protect a few thousand clueless college students, Claire had no idea; she took a moment to marvel at the fact that the vampires really could lock down the town when they wanted.
She'd have thought keeping students on campus in this situation would be impossible--kids phoning home, jumping in cars, getting the hell out of Dodge. Except the vampires controlled the phone lines, cell phones, the Internet, the TV, and the radio, and cars either died or wrecked on the outskirts of town if the vampires didn't want you to leave.
Only a few people had ever gotten out of Morganville successfully without permission. Shane had been one.
And then he'd come back. Claire still had no idea what kind of guts that had taken, knowing what was waiting for him.
She paused, arms full of clothes--black and red, so they'd almost certainly come out of Eve's own Gothheavy closet--and gave Claire a quick onceover. She'd changed to what in Eve's world were practical fighting clothes--a pair of tight black jeans, a tight black shirt with red skull patterns all over it, and stompy, thicksoled boots.
And a spiked black leather collar around her throat that almost dared the vampires, Bite that! So, some people didn't want to be caught dead in their stupid ball costumes, if you know what I mean. How about you? Ready to take that thing off? She was honestly surprised to realize that she was still wearing the tight, garish bodysuit of her Harlequin costume.
And that would be a no, by the way. Sorry, but I sort of raided every body's stash. Hope you like the underwear you have on; I didn't go through your drawers. Also, you have really boring taste. Go on, we'll fix up a changing room.
It had become the unofficial campaign center for their side of the war, which meant there were plenty of people tramping around, getting in their stuff, who none of them would have let cross the threshold under normal circumstances.
Take Monica Morrell. The mayor's daughter had shed her elaborate Marie Antoinette costume and was back to the blond, slinky, pretty, slimy girl Claire knew and hated. She'd just bought it last week. Now she'd never be able to put it on again. She mouthed, Thanks. And stomp on the ashes. Claire peeled off her sweatsoaked Harlequin costume with a whimper of relief, and shivered as the cool air hit her flushed skin. She felt awkward and anxious, stripped to her underwear with just a blanket held up between her and a dozen strangers, some of whom probably wanted to eat her.
Shane leaned over the top. He caught it and waggled his eyebrows at her as she stepped into the jeans and quickly buttoned up the shirt. Eve dropped the blanket and smiled poisonsweet at Shane.
I won't accidentally embarrass you. He ducked behind the blanket. Claire wasn't tall enough to check him out over the top--not that she wasn't tempted--but when Eve lowered the blanket, bit by bit, Claire grabbed one corner and pulled it back up.
Not now. He's going out there alone. It was a tightly controlled kind of panic. It's just--we're all splitting up, Claire. I wish we didn't have to do that. Eve smelled of powder and some kind of darkly floral perfume, with a light undertone of sweat. The blanket had drooped enough to show him zipping up his pants.
A guy could do serious damage. The leather pants had made him unsettlingly hotmodel gorgeous.
In jeans and his old, faded Marilyn Manson Tshirt, he was somebody downtoearth, somebody Claire could imagine kissing. And she did imagine, just like that. It was, as usual, heartracingly delicious. It was easy to spot Michael in any group--he was tall and blond, with a face like an angel.
As he caught sight of Eve heading toward him, he smiled, and Claire thought that was maybe the most complicated smile she'd ever seen, full of relief, welcome, love, and worry. Eve crashed straight into him, hard enough to rock him back on his heels, and their arms went around each other. Shane held Claire back with a touch on her shoulder. Shane's hands were on her shoulders, and his eyes had gone still and intense.
It was what she'd been intending to say to him. She blinked, surprised. But you're going to, no matter what I say, aren't you?
I'll be with Amelie; I'll be okay. You're going off with the cast of WWE Raw to fight a cage match or something.
It's not the same thing. That's not the point, and you know it. Shane, don't go. It wasn't enough. Shane smoothed her hair and bent down to kiss her. It was the sweetest, gentlest kiss he'd ever given her, and it melted all the tense muscles of her neck, her shoulders, and her back.
It was a promise without words, and when he finally pulled back, he passed his thumb across her lips gently, to seal it all in. The whole world seemed to go silent around her. He's going to say it. Shane leaned in, so close that she felt his lips brush her ear, and whispered, "My dad's coming back to town. Claire jerked back, startled, and Shane put a hand over her mouth. We can't talk about this, Claire.
And where does this leave our friends from the Glass House? Right in the middle of the whole mess. This book left me unsatisfied for some reason. It had all the potential to be great but in the end it was one of the worst in the series.
Basically, except for the cliffy in the end, nothing happened.
The things I did like is how the characters grow every day. They are nothing like the kids we met at the first book. More mature, less naive, less hot headed most of the time. And the romance between the two couples was much more pleasant and obvious in this book. After all true love shows when things are difficult right? And Myrnin. With that guy you never know what is going to happen next. Is he a friend? Is he a foe? Is he too crazy for it to really matter? And where do his loyalties lie?
With Morganville? With Amelie? With the vampire race? With only himself?