Blood Song by Cat Adams
Series: Blood Singer #1
Published on: June 8th 2010
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Werewolves
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Neither human nor vampire, Celia has become an Abomination—something that should not exist—and now both human and supernatural alike want her dead. With the help of a few loyal friends—a sexy mage, a powerful werewolf, and a psychic cop—Celia does her best to stay alive. On the run from her enemies, Celia must try to discover who is behind her transformation…before it's too late.
Blood Song kicks off competently enough. A nice play with lost memories, time, and unwelcome powers makes the pages fly. Then, about a third of the way through, the hope that some questions will be answered rather than more and more piled up disappears.
Noir elements are well and good until so many races of supernatural creatures and so many stock characters are introduced that one cannot even trace what the central plot is.
As one who is slightly pleased by just this continual piling up of people and magics, I enjoyed the world here presented. If a vampire doesn’t take good care of the people it bites, they become abominations. Demons roam Californian suburbs. Werewolves…are given no distinguishing characteristics. We see no transformation or even human behavior that would be a dead giveaway this man is wolf. So I had a lot of teasing to endure.
The characterizations, at least, remained consistent and indicated time had been spent mapping out who these people are. Nobody, and I repeat nobody, answers their phone in this universe. I knew I had found pay dirt when I noticed this quirk. There seems to be a lot of truth behind this observation. It cannot be but a little funny that a paranormal book reveals to us our technological behavior. Celia is so busy flying through her change into an abomination that all she can do is leave voicemails and so it must be with whatever is going on with her grandmother or her werewolf friend that they can only fire voicemails back.
Celia’s past also appearing mainly in dreams comes across the rivers of words naturally to our ears. In other words, the well-upheld dictum “show, don’t tell” remains raised high. That then will equally be the story’s undoing because for all the slick inventions, magical or otherwise, and differing paranormal restrictions, what I would have wanted gotten across, namely a consummate plot, never arises.