In honor of my favorite holiday, and in honor of filthy pagans and beatniks and oddballs everywhere, I will be bringing you some short story reviews from a delightful anthology, Here Be Monsters.
I just finished India Drummond's The Reaver, a science fiction piece in which human souls are captured for the pleasure of demons and encased in orbs. Why have I chosen this one? Because the soul of a human princess is seen as filthy, brown, muddy and plain, while the soul of a woman-warrior is many-faceted, like the jewels We are. Krel is a creator of such orbs, and is so obsessed with his work that he doesn't even notice when his only daughter, Ruygret, is killed later by human upstarts.
I am also mid-way through Anabel Portillo's Lux, and have already found my favorite quote: ". . . a good little monster, doing her chores." I'll review this one after I've finished it. Lux is perhaps one of my favorite new fictional characters I've been introduced to, and I certainly don't mind stating that, aside from her honey-blonde hair and blue eyes, I like her because she reminds me so very much of me--small, slight, freakishly strong with a sky-high metabolism and a fast heart, and a monster-hunter.
Yeah, I'm crushin' hard, too. . . . I'll write more on this as soon as I finish it, I swear!