Siobhan Quinn ran away from home at the age of twelve. She
lives day to day doing whatever is necessary to survive. It
takes a lot to thrive on the streets. Needless to say, she
has picked up quite a few bad habits such as lying,
stealing, and drug addiction. However, she has garnered
quite a reputation when it comes to hunting monsters.
Unfortunately, her life is about to take another awful
turn. What could be worse than her current conditions?
Living up to her reputation, Quinn, who hates to be called
by her first name, goes out hunting a werewolf. Due to a
stupid miscalculation, she switches from predator to prey
when she has a bite taken out of her. Fortunately, she is
rescued by a vampire, but that vampire has a vendetta to
settle. Now Quinn is a pawn in a game where she does not
know the rules. What has become of her once simple life?
Kathleen Tierney darkens our minds with a gritty urban
fantasy. She introduces us to a heroine who is rather brash
and abrasive, and very rarely likeable. Quinn has led a
harsh life, and it is through her eyes that the story is
told. We meet quite a range of unique characters, but we
only receive glimpses as they pertain to Quinn's life. The
story is told in spurts, and our narrator navigates us
through detours leaving us wondering where exactly we are
going. BLOOD ORANGES is definitely an acquired taste. It is
certainly not everyone's cup of tea where a sip may turn
you off immediately, or it may leave you wanting to
experience all it has to offer. I am still not certain the
tea was to my liking, but I am not opposed to giving it
another try.
"My name's Quinn. If you buy into my reputation, I'm the
most notorious demon hunter in New England. But rumors of my
badassery have been slightly exaggerated. Instead of having
kung-fu skills and a closet full of medieval weapons, I'm an
ex-junkie with a talent for being in the wrong place at the
right time. Or the right place at the wrong time.
Or...whatever. Wanted for crimes against inhumanity I
(mostly) didn't commit, I was nearly a midnight snack for a
werewolf until I was "saved" by a vampire calling itself the
Bride of Quiet. Already cursed by a werewolf bite, the vamp
took a pint out of me too. So now...now, well, you wouldn't
think it could get worse, but you'd be dead wrong"--
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