Why the crap is LJ 404ing me?
Ah ha. Fixed it.
I am supreme.
Anyway, here I am, proving that I can, indeed, make a post NOT Cal Leandros related.
Also, I just finished a bunch of commission work and since it's practically morning anyhow, I might as well stay up. Duhr.
Hm, I feel like I should post art to break up the word-based entries. ::Browses idly through art folder:: What to post... what to post.... Eeny, meeny, miny -- OH I KNOW!
Along the lines of books I'm into (or was into, before Cal mowed my ass over and put all my other interests through the wood chipper, oh, wait, I'm not supposed to say the C word. My bad.) I have this old sketchy thing I drew from the first book in Patricia Briggs' Alpha and Omega series called Cry Wolf.
Charles says "Gr."
Ha, you thought you'd get real art, didn't you?
Suckers.
::snerk:: Craptasticness aside, I do mostly like this pic. Charles has girl hands, but whatever. Not worried about it, nope, since I'm not ever going to finish it anyway. Totally got the idea for the pose from some picture I saw somewhere, but as this junker is at least a year old, I cannot find the stupid thing, which is irritating. I think it was some sort of ad or something.
Charles, if you haven't already figured it out, is a werewolf. So is Anna, his bitch girlfriend/mate/thing.
Haha. I jest. Mostly.
It's four in the morning, cut me some slack, sheesh. XP
Anyway, the books are pretty good. I've never seen another writer do a werewolf society as well (and have the wolves still be the good guys, I mean.)
If you're interested in reading, though, I would HIGHLY suggest you start with the short story "Alpha and Omega" in the anthology On The Prowl, because what they list as the first novel (Cry Wolf) just picks up where the short story left off and assumes you know what happened, and screw you if you don't.
The only serious beef I have with this series is the truly massive amount of continuity errors Patricia Briggs makes. And by massive I do mean as in 'fuck we roused Godzilla so let's wake Mothera to fight him' proportions. Just stick your fingers in your ears and LA LA LA your way through them like I do.
Wow, this is, like, the most lackluster recommendation I've ever given for a story I actually do enjoy. Again, I say it's four in the freaking morning and I'm cranky.
It really is good.
Full of kissy stuff though.
Actually, that's a lie. Not much kissy stuff, but romance-o-tastic. When you close the book you feel vaguely like someone just took your brain out to dinner and then invited it home for coffee before awkwardly telling it it's beautiful while stroking it gently with Barry Manilow playing softly in the background.
If you, like me, feel vaguely threatened by this scenario and yet still somehow intrigued (entirely against your will I assure you) by the werewolf hook, just keep another novel like Silence of the Lambs or Lord of the Flies or John Dies at the End on hand to counter-balance the gooey love crap and all will be good. Or, better yet, read them all together.
Then it becomes "Charles took your brain out FOR dinner and then invited you into the wilds of Montana for a pig roast marinated in Soy Sauce before beating the crap out of you with the Irish Rovers being sung by some random woman in the background."
Much more manly.
Wow. All-nighters are not friends with higher function. My eyeballs are attacking my brain. 0.< Ow.
I am supreme.
Anyway, here I am, proving that I can, indeed, make a post NOT Cal Leandros related.
Also, I just finished a bunch of commission work and since it's practically morning anyhow, I might as well stay up. Duhr.
Hm, I feel like I should post art to break up the word-based entries. ::Browses idly through art folder:: What to post... what to post.... Eeny, meeny, miny -- OH I KNOW!
Along the lines of books I'm into (or was into, before Cal mowed my ass over and put all my other interests through the wood chipper, oh, wait, I'm not supposed to say the C word. My bad.) I have this old sketchy thing I drew from the first book in Patricia Briggs' Alpha and Omega series called Cry Wolf.
Charles says "Gr."
Ha, you thought you'd get real art, didn't you?
Suckers.
::snerk:: Craptasticness aside, I do mostly like this pic. Charles has girl hands, but whatever. Not worried about it, nope, since I'm not ever going to finish it anyway. Totally got the idea for the pose from some picture I saw somewhere, but as this junker is at least a year old, I cannot find the stupid thing, which is irritating. I think it was some sort of ad or something.
Charles, if you haven't already figured it out, is a werewolf. So is Anna, his bitch girlfriend/mate/thing.
Haha. I jest. Mostly.
It's four in the morning, cut me some slack, sheesh. XP
Anyway, the books are pretty good. I've never seen another writer do a werewolf society as well (and have the wolves still be the good guys, I mean.)
If you're interested in reading, though, I would HIGHLY suggest you start with the short story "Alpha and Omega" in the anthology On The Prowl, because what they list as the first novel (Cry Wolf) just picks up where the short story left off and assumes you know what happened, and screw you if you don't.
The only serious beef I have with this series is the truly massive amount of continuity errors Patricia Briggs makes. And by massive I do mean as in 'fuck we roused Godzilla so let's wake Mothera to fight him' proportions. Just stick your fingers in your ears and LA LA LA your way through them like I do.
Wow, this is, like, the most lackluster recommendation I've ever given for a story I actually do enjoy. Again, I say it's four in the freaking morning and I'm cranky.
It really is good.
Full of kissy stuff though.
Actually, that's a lie. Not much kissy stuff, but romance-o-tastic. When you close the book you feel vaguely like someone just took your brain out to dinner and then invited it home for coffee before awkwardly telling it it's beautiful while stroking it gently with Barry Manilow playing softly in the background.
If you, like me, feel vaguely threatened by this scenario and yet still somehow intrigued (entirely against your will I assure you) by the werewolf hook, just keep another novel like Silence of the Lambs or Lord of the Flies or John Dies at the End on hand to counter-balance the gooey love crap and all will be good. Or, better yet, read them all together.
Then it becomes "Charles took your brain out FOR dinner and then invited you into the wilds of Montana for a pig roast marinated in Soy Sauce before beating the crap out of you with the Irish Rovers being sung by some random woman in the background."
Much more manly.
Wow. All-nighters are not friends with higher function. My eyeballs are attacking my brain. 0.< Ow.