Clarity

Clarity

As dictated by Faranza Syns

Just to clarify things..

I DO NOT (notice the capital letters?) masturbate 10 times a day.

There. Now, down to serious business.

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Did you ever know that reading too much romantic fiction can cause you emotional overload?

I knew.

But I read incessantly for more than a hundred hours.

Naturally, I broke down last night. Especially since the book that I had been reading was of the Dark-Hunter variety. Seriously, I applaud the males who are able to stomach so much violence. Me? I keep thinking why the effing hell is there so much evil on this earth? It's not even ours, and we dare taint it that way.

Anyways, the last book I read last night was Devil May Cry.



I have only a few words to say.

Acheron is hot.

Full-stop.

Gaha. Not really. Actually, I'd really love to say some other words as well. Firstly,

Screw Artemis. God, have I ever said I love her? Scratch that; I loathe her. Gawd, how can you screw with a guys head like she did? Granted, she was hurt as well, but she ruined everything, just because of her pride. Sherrilyn Kenyon's take on Greek gods and goddesses is that they seriously enjoy fucking things up. Makes me glad I'm not involved. Haha. But being apart of a pantheon must be really cool.

Secondly, Sin is hot. And uber funny. And Katra is damned cute, sarcastic, and bloody sexy (please don't strike me where I stand, Acheron... OMG, when you start thinking fictional characters will strike you on the spot, you really need a life).


BEWARE, spoilers:

Hiding his amusement, he jerked his chin towards his desk. "Get your butt over there and start reading before I beat you with my Rod of Time."

She tossed him a playful look. "I can think of much better things to do with your rod than beat me, baby."

Sin made a painful noise. "Aww, gawd, we've degenerated to really bad punage. I yield. Save me before my IQ points are damaged."

Ah, and that bastard Kessar taught me something new that made me crack up.

He smirked at the man's pain. "What is that quaint human expression I learned last night? Sometimes you're the dog and sometimes you're the hydrant?" He tsked at Zakar. "Guess you're the hydrant today, eh?"

I love Kish. He has this sunny sort of sarcasm and humour. He's the highlight of the side-character team. Haha. So's Damien. They're like two peas in a pod. Kish predicts gloom and doom; Damien finds the ways to reach gloom and doom.

Ah, I love Daimons.

Katra: There's a Daimon working in your casino!
Sin: I know. But he eats the soul of people who deserve it only.
Katra: But when you eat corrupted souls, you'll be influenced by them. You should know that.
Damien: I've been around for 700 years; that's gotta say something. You've just gotta learn to hum real loud. That way you won't hear their shit inside your head.

Damien and Kish. My new baby boo.


Facing total annihilation, and world destruction...

"Let's be positive, shall we?" Kat said in the voice of a kindergarten teacher, "Let's pretend that we're all going to survive this."

Kish grinned. "I'm with Kat. I like her plan. A lot."

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Damien scoffed. "Uh, boss, hate to be pall, but I think everyone we can gather is currently here in this room."

Sin paused to look at Simi, Xirena, Damien, Kat, Kish and Xypher. It was a pitiful number of defenders. But it was all the world had. "In that case, we need to seriously arm ourselves."

Damien crossed himself. "Hail Mary, full of grace--"

"What are you doing?" Kish asked. "You're not Catholic."

"Yeah, but I'm feeling really religious all of a sudden and it seemed like a good idea."

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See what I mean?


Oh, let us not forget Xypher!

Xypher: So, any game plan?
Sin: Don't get killed.
Xypher: Simple, bold. Impossible. I like it.

Mind, Xypher's an Oneroi. A very vicious Skoti (plural, Skotos, I think): a Dream-Hunter that lives on the emotions of the humans they haunt/guard/encounter, as opposed to the Oneroi who have no feelings at all. None. Zilch.

Although Xypher caused fear and horror in the dreams of thousands the humans he haunted, he still had a heart (despite the fact that one of the humans he haunted burned himself to death to escape the nightmares).


Overall, although, I'm still smitten with Seize the Night, Devil May Cry is not so bad. It's pretty okay. Sherrilyn Kenyon seemed to gain back her wit from before towards the end of the story.

Oh, and another thing I loved about the book?

Ash: Forget medieval-- I'll break Atlantean on his ass if he hurts you.

Yahh, Sherr Kenyon does dialogues like a bloody charm.

Oh, and from that, I got to know about Pulp Fiction. I am so downloading it. Can't wait. At all.

*Sigh*. Like I said from up there, I had an emotional melt-down. After reading Devil May Cry, I really felt the need to cry (ooh, bad punage. But nevermind). And so I did. It just broke my heart and I just don't know why. Although it had a somewhat happy ending, I'm still devastated for some reason.

Lesson learned: Do not read Sherr Kenyon's book four-in-a-row. It really, really drains you.

Anyways, I'm off to read Minx. Haha. Minx is by Julia Quinn, so I suppose I'll be fine. And it's Dunford's story.

A drool-worthy Regency hero if ever there was one.

... Okay, there are a lot of drool-worthy heroes then, but hey, Dunford's at the top-most rank now, followed closely by Gregory and the Bridgerton brothers.

Oh my gawd. If I am ranking fictional characters... I am so toast.

Kessar: You can't use the staff here in public!
Sin: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Besides, it's Sin City for a reason.

And here I was, begging you.
Silly me.
I should've just bribed you.