Jan. 4th, 2006 05:24 am
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I just tonight realized one of the things that really made me lose what little respect I had for LKH as a writer. It was her use of a "blue moon"(1) as a reason for werewolves to go nutzoid gonzo.
Yeah that makes sense, eh? Let's make a fairly modern and quite arbitrary calendar which really doesn't properly base itself on solar nor lunar cycles give an improperly labelled lunar event more power over certain lycanthropes. Lycanthropese which, according to the series mythos, have been changing shape since before the rise of the calendar in question.
Bitch please. You're not even trying anymore.
(- Still trying to get through Incubus Dreams. After a decent first few pages, it's swiftly devolved into the all too familiar pain that is EVERY Anita Blake book since Burnt Offerings Why do I keep reading them when I hate the main characters so much? It's for the same reason you really can't help but jam your tongue into the empty socket of a removed tooth.
(1) A second full moon within a calendar month.
Yeah that makes sense, eh? Let's make a fairly modern and quite arbitrary calendar which really doesn't properly base itself on solar nor lunar cycles give an improperly labelled lunar event more power over certain lycanthropes. Lycanthropese which, according to the series mythos, have been changing shape since before the rise of the calendar in question.
Bitch please. You're not even trying anymore.
(- Still trying to get through Incubus Dreams. After a decent first few pages, it's swiftly devolved into the all too familiar pain that is EVERY Anita Blake book since Burnt Offerings Why do I keep reading them when I hate the main characters so much? It's for the same reason you really can't help but jam your tongue into the empty socket of a removed tooth.
(1) A second full moon within a calendar month.
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Heh, I bet the rabid fans of hers from back in the days I was a member of the fan e-list still shutter at my memory.
Either that or they've blotted me out of their memory like the creepy "uncle" their mommy would bring over when daddy was out of town.