I got up through chapter 25 last night, and got so pissed I had to put the book down. Chapter 25 is when Kisten dumps Ivy off at the church after Piscary blood raped her in an attempt to force Rachel to come to him, fully intending to kill her. I truly hate / love this chapter, hate it because Ivy has not only been forced into something she didn’t want, but because she feels as if she’s failed, not just herself, which is bad enough, but failed Piscary, the bastard who blood raped her.
So why did I write it? Not to sell books, that’s for sure. I had spent two books trying to get across the message that undead vampires were soulless, manipulative, ugly, and warped–creatures that should be feared and reviled, unable to be redeemed, and definitely not to be admired or lusted after, and that the living vampires should be pitied for their entitled status. My message wasn’t getting through. The living were beautiful because they had been breed that way. They were lustful because that’s what their masters wanted. They were toys, entertainment, and they were slated to become everything they loved and hated all at the same time. They had everything, and they lived in hell.
That Piscary blood raped Ivy was no surprise to me. But the love and loyalty that Rachel showed, the courage . . . that was. And that’s why Rachel stayed. Rachel knew what vampires were, and she wanted to help Ivy become what Ivy wanted. Free.
Guy found this praying mantis yesterday. She’s cold, looking like she’s ready to lay her egg sack and die. Another species that eats their mate, eh? But this one, I admire. I love the way they turn their heads to watch you.
PS. Thursday, I’ll have something real for you about the Tour T’s.
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