At Grave's Endby Jeaniene Frost
Series: Night Huntress #3
Published on January 1, 2009 by Avon
Genres: Adult, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
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It should be the best time of half-vampire Cat Crawfield’s life. With her undead lover Bones at her side, she’s successfully protected mortals from the rogue undead. But though Cat’s worn disguise after disguise to keep her true identity a secret from the brazen bloodsuckers, her cover’s finally been blown, placing her in terrible danger.
As if that wasn’t enough, a woman from Bones’s past is determined to bury him once and for all. Caught in the crosshairs of a vengeful vamp, yet determined to help Bones stop a lethal magic from being unleashed, Cat’s about to learn the true meaning of bad blood. And the tricks she’s learned as a special agent won’t help her. She will need to fully embrace her vampire instincts in order to save herself—and Bones—from a fate worse than the grave.
By book three in a series, there tends to be a drop in quality of both the writing and story. Luckily, that isn’t the case with At Grave’s End. What began as your typical Cat and Bones novel soon shifted into yet another whirlwind of blood, guts, sex, and sarcasm. This book certainly isn’t one for the faint of heart. Frost draws in several new sideline stories within this book, including tying up the ends of Cat’s father, Max. We get to meet some new characters – or old ones, depending on what vampire books you’ve read – as well as continue the stories of past favorites. Through all of the gore, the true plot is revealed, where Cat and Bones are set against a villain with power the likes neither of them have seen. But Mencheres has (I’ll get to that in a bit).
To reassure devoted fans: Cat and Bones stay together in this one. Well, in as much as they can in any of these books. You know something’s always bound to happen when they get involved. Like bombings. Or the walking dead. Normal, right? What I love is how no matter what, their relationship stays strong. And instead of spattering the pages with the same sex scenes to prove how much they love each other, Frost shows it through their actions, their words, their devotion to each other no matter the situation. I’ve rarely seen a relationship written in such a way and done well. Even when Cat’s worst nightmare comes true – or so she thinks – I have hope for them both because of how strong their relationship is. Not even the ever-persistent Tate can get in the way.
Speaking of Tate… Look, it’s not you (exactly). It’s Cat. She loves Bones. You’re her friend. Just stop, please. For all our sakes.
And while we’re talking characters here, let’s just give a moment in the spotlight to the showman himself, the famous Vlad – or more recognizable, Dracula. This fiery vamp isn’t a fan of Bones, but Cat likes him so that’s what matters. He wasn’t a huge part of this story but I have no doubt he’ll be appearing in the future to stir up more trouble. Despite his love of torturing Bones (in an almost friendly manner), the two become close allies in the fight against the ultimate enemy, someone both Master vamps want dead.
So now we get to Mencheres. The ancient Egyptian fanger made an appearance in One Foot in the Grave, introduced as Bones’ grandsire and one powerful MF. He’s the only one that has the power to stop the big bad of book 3 – Patra, another ancient Egyptian vamp with a little extra charged juice as well. I don’t think I need to mention that there’s a connection between the two of them. It was annoying, at times, that Mencheres didn’t do something about Patra. I understand why, but at the same time SHE RAISED AN ARMY OF ZOMBIES. At what point do you say, “You’re crazy. Bye,” and take care of the problem? Because that seems like you waited a bit too long.
But hey, am I complaining about the book? Hell no! Frost delivered yet again and has me wanting to read more. As should you all. These are fantastic books, filled with lots of humor, gore, romance, and action. You won’t want for anything (except maybe the next book).