Siobhan Quinn was a homeless junkie known to kick some
demon ass as needed. Unfortunately, she became involved
with the wrong person at the wrong time, and killed someone
very special to The Bride of Quiet. During the fight, a
bite made Quinn a werewolf and The Bride of Quiet decided
to make her a vampire as well. Cursed with being a hybrid
now and no way to control her impulses, Quinn is determined
to not only find a way out of this life of hell, but to
find out if she was set up for failure from the beginning.
Quinn embarks on a dangerous journey through New England to
find out what really happened that day when she was
bitten. Along the way we meet trolls, vampires,
werewolves, and humans who are all in for a big surprise If
they get on Quinn's bad side. Death and destruction follow
her wherever she goes. Will Quinn find her answers or will
she attack the wrong vampire and end up as their next
victim?
BLOOD ORANGES is an urban fantasy novel by Caitlin R.
Kiernan written under her new pseudonym name, Kathleen
Tierney. Gritty, violent, full of curse words, and gory
scenes, this book is not for the faint of heart. Told in
the
first person point of view varying through flashbacks and
present tense, Quinn tells you her story how she sees fit.
At one point in the book, the main character lets the
reader know she is a junkie and possibly lying about
everything she is telling us. This unique way of story-
telling left me very frustrated at times. The story was all
over the place, but somehow I did enjoy it. It was
different. BLOOD ORANGES wasn't like any other urban
fantasy novel that I've read.
"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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