Friday, October 29, 2010

Obsidian Butterfly

Anita, Edward/Ted Forrester, police force in New Mexico, and the FBI are all trying to figure out what and who are on a serial killing spree. Is it human or supernatural? No one wants to be that it could be supernatural. Though in the end it is. This all I am giving away for the plot of the book. Anita is not in her home state of Missouri. She is New Mexico. She not only has to deal with the local law enforcements but the rest of her new crew. Brenardo and Olaf. Brenardo is one hunka hunka show for Anita to look at. Though she stays true to herself. Olaf maybe the hunka hunka bad boy look but all the way through evil monster as well. If you have started in the middle of the series as I have. Then you already have been introduced to Olaf and Brenardo. If you haven't then this is a great intro. It also explains later on events between Olaf and Brenardo with Anita. You also realize how Edward. Ooops, Ted Forrester gets a family when originally no one thought him capable of having one.

As usual Laurell K. Hamilton keeps you on your toes about who is really the bad guy. Remembers of how prejudice we can be against things we don't know enough about or are scared of.

Here are some great quotes to live by.

P. 60 Paragraph 1

I did go back into the roon, and no, I didn't learn a **** thing from the last three victims. All that wasted bavery for nothing. Well, not exactly for nothing. I proved to myself that I could go back into the room without throwing up or fainting. I didn't care if it impressed Edward or Marks. It impressed me. If you can't impress yourself, then one else really matters.

I think this is an excellent point of view. Why worry about what others think? You need to be sure you know what you think of yourself first.


"I've never seen you do anything like what you just did. You hate mystical crap."

"Yes, I do, but I've had to accept what I am Edward. This mystical crap is a part of who and what I am. I can't run from it because it is me. You can't hide from yourself, not forever, and you can't ever out run yourself. I raise the dead for a living, Edward. Why should it be a shock that I may have other abilities?"

"It's not," he said.
Okay, why this section? You have to accept yourself the way you are before you can it for good or bad. If you say, hey I'm over weight but I still look great. Then you can achieve anything. If you look in the mirror and see nothing but bad and no hope in the end then your are not ready for helping yourself or others. Its a choice of accepting ourselves first.


He spread his hands. "Sorry, didn't mean to step on your toes."
"Yes, you did," I said.
"You think so."
"Yeah," I said. "I think your jealous."
"Of what?"
"That I can pass and you can't."
He openned his mouth and emotions flowed over his like water; anger, humor, denial. He finally settled on a smile, but it wasn't a happy one. "You really are a *****, arent't you?"
I nodded. "You don't pull on my chain and i won't pull yours."
"Deal," he said. The smile flashed wider. "Now, allow me to escort your lily white *** to the dinig room."
I shook my head. "Lead on, tall, dark, and studly, as long as I get to watch your **** while we walk down the hall."
"Only if you promise to tell me how you like the view."
I widened my eyes. "You mean give you a critique on your butt?"
He nodded and the smile looked happy now.
"Are you this big egotist or just trying to embrass me?"
"Both," I said.
The smile spread to a grin. "You are as mart as you look."
"Just get moving, Romeo. Edward doesn't lik to be kept waiting."

Seriously, people are really like this. No kidding or joking. People are really like this.


Most systems of magic or mysticism have rules of conduct, things you do and things you do not . The wiccans call it the three fold law: what you do to others comes back to you three fold. Buddhists call it karma. Christians call it answering fore your sins. I call it what goes around comes around. It really does, you know.

Remember the golden rule. It looks like every regilion has the basic principle of it no matter the flavor or your ice cream. Treat people right and you will be treated right.

P. 583

"I never thought you missed the pieces of yourself that you gave up to be who and what your are, but when I syou with Donna and Beccca, and Peter, I see reget in you. You wonder what life might have been like if have hadn't met Van Cleef, or whoever the hell was first."

He looked at me, eyes cold. "It took me long time to understand what I saw in Donna. How did you know?"

I shrugged. "Maybe, the same thing I thought I saw in Ramirez."
"It's not too late for you, Anita."
"It's too late for me to have a white picket fence, Edward. Maybe I can figure out something, but not that. It's too late for that."
"You think I'll fail Donna," he said.
I shook my head. " I don't know. I just know it wouldn't work for me. I'm not the actor you are. Whoever I'm with has to know who I am, warts and all, or it won't work."
"You know which monster you're going to settle down with?"
"No, but I know I can't keep hiding from them. Hiding form them is like hiding from who I am. I'm not going to do that anymore."
"You think I'm running from myself by going with Donna."
"No, I think you always embrace the monster part of you. You're finding for the first time that not all of you is dead as you want it to be. Donna appeals to a part of your that you didn't know was left."
"Yes," he said. "And what do Richard and Jean-Claude represent for you?"
"I don't know, but it's time I found out."
He smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile. "Good Luck."
"The same to you," I said.

Hello, ptsd people. What does ptsd stand for. Post Traumic Stress Disorder. You are still yourself, you just have to find it. There is hope for your situation. Hugs survivors.

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