Welcome to the our first meeting of the Book Lovers for the Prevention of Supporting Character Neglect! Where Book Lovers from across the world stand in solidarity for the supporting cast. Those individuals that make the story and keep us coming back even when the protagonist needs a good smack (*cough Harry Potter cough*). Hear our anthem! Because everyone deserves top billing now and then.
For our inaugural meeting, we will take a close look at Ilona Andrews’ Kate Daniels’ World. Ilona is among the more considerate authors out there, as she has given various others a chance to shine while Kate and Curran are recuperating (Andrea, Dali, and Julie), but that consideration is no excuse! There are still a plethora of magnificent characters in post-magicpocalypse Atlanta that are suffering from an unacceptable lack of Their Own Lives.
Caro: I think Saiman. Yes, he is a narcissistic asshole most of the time but there’s something about him that makes me want to forgive his actions. I wish we got his story – a whole book. He’s not a good guy, and that’s the whole appeal! That guy deserves to be the center of attention.
Cass: Saiman would totally agree with you on this.
Caro: Hey! I wouldn’t say no to a new scene with him dancing naked in the snow. *wriggles eyebrows*
I skirted the iceberg and saw Derek. He stood rigid, hands spread wide, his upper lip wrinkled in a preemptive growl. He was trying his best not to touch a blonde whose hands rested on his shoulders.
She was nude. Short, with hair down to her butt, she was proportioned with an almost obscene generosity: round ass, solid thighs, big heavy breasts tipped by pink nipples. Considering the size of her waist, it was a wonder she didn’t fold in half under the weight of her boobs. Her skin glowed, almost as if lit from within by sunshine, and so she stood there, naked, unashamed, golden. Sex in the snow. She looked at Derek with huge eyes and purred. “A puppy. Play with me!”
Derek’s eyes had gone completely yellow.
Past him, Ghastek’s vamp crouched on the edge, making no move to assist.
I swiped a chunk of crusty snow, clamped it into a ball, and hurled it at the blonde. The snowball hit her upside the head, bursting into powder.
“Saiman! Step away from him!”
The blonde whipped her head around. “Kate…”
Her body twisted with preternatural fluidity. Female flesh melted like wax and re-formed into a muscle-corded frame. She swept toward me through the snow, growing, twisting, molding, hardening, too fast to follow and then a man wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me to him.
He was tall, perfectly proportioned, and muscled like a Roman statue. The same golden radiance that had illuminated the blonde lit his skin from within. His hair, a deep red streaked with gold, fell to his waist without a trace of a curl. His face was angular, yet masculine, and his grin had a mordant edge sharp enough to draw blood. He leaned toward me and I got a good look at his eyes. They were orange. Radiant, brilliant orange, streaked with pale green that almost looked like the crystals of ice growing on a window during a freeze.
They did not look human.
“Kate,” he repeated, pulling me closer. He towered at least half a foot above me. Snowflakes swirled around us. His breath smelled like honey. “I’m so glad you came to visit. I was so dreadfully bored.”
That’s it. The flare had driven him insane.
Cass: Meh. The only way I want to see more Saiman is if he’s paired up with someone other than Kate. I get it dude, you want to sleep with her. MOVING ON NOW.
The true unsung star of post-Shift Atlanta is Barabas. Pack-attorney and Kate-advisor extraordinaire. On any given day he’ll be called upon to advise Kate against doing anything suicidally moronic, go toe-to-toe with the never-ending supply of corporate attorneys employed by The People, then get into a jurisdictional pissing contest with racist local authorities, and still find time to protect individual shapeshifters’ constitutional rights after they helped sober up a floozie who dared to proposition their man by repeatedly dunking her into a pool, broke into a vault filled with magical weapons of mass destruction, or abducted a district attorney’s nephew. You know. The usual.
“Barabas Gilliam.” A business card materialized in Barabas’s long elegant fingers. “I’m her attorney.”
Tsoi glanced at the card. “You’re a Pack lawyer. What are you doing here?”
“Working.” Barabas grinned, displaying sharp white teeth. “You see, even us dirty Pack lawyers have to pass the bar just like everyone else. If you check, you’ll find that I’m a member in good standing. I’m licensed to practice law in the lovely State of Georgia and several of her illustrious neighbor states, which means Ms. Nash can hire me to represent her.”
Tsoi pointed at me. “Is she a member of the Pack?”
“No, Ms. Nash is a private citizen, who has retained my services. Now I do make it a point to keep up with current legislation, but perhaps I missed something—is there a new law that states a Pack attorney can’t practice outside the Pack? If so, thank you ever so much for bringing it to my attention, Detective.”
“You think this is some sort of comedy going on here?” Collins gave him his tough stare.
A little red spark flared in Barabas’s eyes. “Excuse me.”
He struck with preternatural quickness and yanked a five-foot snake from the counter, an inch away from Tsoi’s elbow. Tsoi jumped, clearing half the room in a single bound.The snake body flailed in my lawyer’s fist. Barabas jerked the snake to his mouth and bit its neck.
“Jesus Christ!” Collins took a step back.
Tsoi clamped her hand over her mouth.
Barabas spat the head onto the counter. “Pit viper—my favorite. Where were we? Ah, yes. You were trying to intimidate me. I apologize for the interruption. Please, resume your staring.”
He just casually bit a snake in half when asshole cops were trying skirt around the edges of the 4th, 5th and 6th amendments! What I wouldn’t give to be able to do that…. Who doesn’t want to see a Day In the Life of Barabas Gilliam?
Weigh in below. Barabas or Saiman? Is Caro a perv for wanting more stoned-naked-dancing Saiman? (Normally, I’d say yes. But this is Saiman. He’d be into it.) Do I have anger issues I need to focus on? (Probably.) Who else do you think deserves a jaunt in the spotlight? Has anyone invented a internet-based mind-control device through which we can get the dynamic Andrews duo to give us more more MORE!?!