Review: Black Arts by Faith Hunter


Publisher: Penguin
Publishing Date: January 2014
ISBN: 9780451465245
Genre: Fantasy
Rating: 3.2/5.0

Publisher Description: Jane Yellowrock is a shape-shifting skinwalker who always takes care of her own —no matter the cost…. When Evan Trueblood blows into town looking for his wife, Molly, he’s convinced that she came to see her best friend, Jane. But it seems like the witch made it to New Orleans and then disappeared without a trace. Jane is ready to do whatever it takes to find her friend. Her desperate search leads her deep into a web of black magic and betrayal and into the dark history between vampires and witches. But the closer she draws to Molly, the closer she draws to a new enemy— one who is stranger and more powerful than any she has ever faced.

Review: Meee-frickin’-eeeowww, what a cover. Hotty badass in leather with chains whipping around. Fug me. Well, here is a earthly parallel type story of vampires (many kinds of), were-wolves, skinwalkers and witches (good and bad). I am sure I left out many magical entities, but you get the gist. One of the characters that I really liked, yet did not get a lot of play, was the Madame Vampire, Katie. Way creepy and alluring. Like being really horny for someone and there is no protection handy. Anyhoo, one of the cases that Jane is working on, other than finding Molly, is the Madame Vampires’ two prostitutes whom have been abducted. What follows is a disconcerting trail of violence that leads to one bad ass source.

I kind of liked this novel. The characters were fairly well developed. The dialogue, while rather mundane, did have moments of interesting exchanges. The story-line was really straight forward, and not much of a mystery. Our heroine kind of lags behind in the ol’ brains department when figuring the machinations that occur around her. I thought the story could have used a GOOD dose of mystery; where the reader is involved to uncover the secret of the missing persons with just enough information to draw conclusions, both accurate and off the mark, coupled with a surprise ending. This was more of a magical powers/entity battle driven kind of novel, with blades, guns and magic.

Jane Yellowrock is kind of a visual slut. Meaning, that she has the hots for just about every guy she meets. Oh, and all the guys she meets happen to be hot. Go figure. She is either looking at ass, or imagining some kind of tryst with whomever. And here I thought women were mostly singular in their approach to mates once they “mature”. One of my peeves about writers, can be their overuse of certain words. If there was one glaring problem with this novel, it would be that. Her “beast” that resides within her, talks. The author’s constant use of “Chuffing”, or “Huffed” of “Chuffed” or “Growled” by every character, GETS REALLY OLD. There are quite a few descriptors, that although may take effort, can be used to describe a situation without relying on the overuse of certain verbs. The author’s use of J. Bonamassa as integral to her novel during the Gathering would have been better served with Sonny Landreth as the novel takes place in Louisiana.

What this novel lacks in depth it makes up for in creative design. The entities and their Modus’ are really inventive, while the depth of the story-line is kind of one dimensional. “Read or don’t read, won’t hurt either way” He chuffed menacingly .

One thought on “Review: Black Arts by Faith Hunter

  1. Funny you should mention overused words. I’ve been noticing that in the fiction I’ve read lately, no one ever climbs anymore. They clamber here and clamber there, and then they clamber over to some other place. Just for the record: I never EVER clamber. But I do enjoy reading your reviews. Thanx for sharing!

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