My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Se Dark demon non mi aveva colpito molto, né per la trama né per i personaggi, con questo volume ho ritrovato la Kresley Cole che adoro leggere. Ottimi personaggi, ben descritti, dai protagonisti ai comprimari, umorismo, una trama interessante e mai banale o scontata, scene d'amore bollenti ma mai volgari, commozione, graditi ritorni e nuove succulente anticipazioni. Finalmente molte cose rimaste oscure in Dark demon si svelano e capiscono.
Anche se non amo chi torna di vita in vita, tendo ad avere poca compassione per chi è schiavo di dipendenze e, per finire, Regin non mi è mai stata molto simpatica, decisamente preferisco optare per la massima valutazione possibile grazie a una traduzione e una cura editoriale finalmente BEN FATTE (grazie Laura Scipioni, tutto ottimo - e ho trovato un solo refuso in 500 pagine!) e grazie a Lothaire, i cui succinti, sarcastici, egotici commenti sono stati il tratto più simpatico e interessante del libro!
Alcune citazioni...
“You see, that's the thing with
you detrus," Chase began in a contemplative tone. "Your bodies are
abominations. If I severed your arms--"
Lothaire yawned loudly.
"--you'd merely regenerate
from the injury. You might experience pain, but you wouldn't suffer the horror
of permanent loss, not like a human." Lothaire grew increasingly bored by
this. "When I get free, I believe I'll show you your spine. I'll hand it
to you so casually, politely even, as if expecting you to remark upon it.”
His tone dripping condescension,
Lothaire crooned, “Ah children, it’s not yet story time.” He closed his eyes
and turned away, saying over his shoulder, “To anyone who contemplates even
nearing me while I sleep: I will garrote you with your own viscera.”
Finally the vampire released him
with another groan, sitting back on his haunches. "Your blood is steeped
in power." Running his tongue over a fang, he said, "Among other
things. I believe I might be high. But I like it.”
Lothaire said, “I have a much better
plan.”
“Why help him?” Thad asked
pointedly. “When you don’t help anybody else?”
Lothaire exhaled ruefully.
“Incurable romantic.”
(Brandr:) “Start being honest
with her. Aidan always let her know what he was thinking. And he fairly much
treated her like a queen.”
Lothaire sneered, “That’s the
worst bloody advice I’ve ever heard!”
Brandr bowed his chest. “And
why’s that, leech? She cared for Aidan once—she will again.”
“Precisely. She cared for
Aidan,” Lothaire said. “I knew of Aidan the Fierce—no mortal could kill that
many of the Horde without my hearing about it. And I know that he was a bold,
blond Viking who was like a god among men. Women wanted him and men wanted to
be him.” He sighed. “Reminded me of myself.”
Lothaire briefly
gazed heavenward. "Chase is clearly a reluctant sharer. Which should
incite her curiosity about what's going on in his head. She's a disgustingly
self-righteous Valkyrie, filled with the need to fix things, to right wrongs.
If anything needed fixing ..." He waved a hand to indicate Declan from
head to toe. "As wrong as he can be.”
“You could run, and I could stay
to fend them off," the vampire offered. "For some reason, I feel
amazingly refreshed." He swung an amused look at Declan that made him grind
his teeth. "And it seems I'm quite handy against them."--
--Natalya
tossed away her busted TEP-C. "So, Lothaire, you're going to fight them
out of the blackness of your heart?”
Hate
scars. I'm physically flawless--why can't everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went,
people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran.
“You're a fuckin'
parasite." I could never become a vampire. Filthy leeches.
"Words
still hurt, Chase. Besides, you should be thanking me. My advice about the
Valkyrie clearly worked. And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name
while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.”
“He can learn things about me
through your blood. Can learn about my sister!" She briefly covered her
mouth. "He can see everything we've done! I don't want that leech to know
what we do in private."
Lothaire
strolled up, making a scoffing sound. "As if I don't watch you two live
from a distance.”
“I give you a week, maybe two,
before you're driven to bite someone."
"I don't know how to... to
bite or drink! But you could teach me."
"And
what could you possibly do in return?" Lothaire waved a negligent hand.
"Play football for me? Break in my jeans really well?”
Alcune
citazioni di Regin e Declan Chase, dato che in fondo il libro parla di loro…
(Aidan from the past:) He took
her hands in his bloodied, callused ones. “Accept me?” His eyes glowed, his
lashes spiked from rain.
(Declan Chase
in the present:) He gripped her nape. “I fuckin love you, Regin!” Rain spiked
his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, “Love me back!”
“You're still... Declan?"--
--Voice
hoarse, he said, "Aye, it's me. I will never be your perfect Viking,
Regin! I've made unforgivable mistakes. I've no family or friends, and my men
hold no love for me. I'm scarred inside and out. And I'm bloody askin' for you
anyway!”
E infine,
una di Lothaire…
Carrow
spalancò la bocca. “E io dovrei liberare uno dei vampiri più malvagi che siano
mai esistiti…”
“Il più
malvagio”, la corresse Lothaire “se permetti, fiorellino.”
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