He's one of those characters who would probably be insufferable in real life but is so fun to read about. Crimson was a piece of work, and I loved it.
I actually am scared of spiders, so I'd be terrified to see Crimson in his giant spider form in real life, and those moments when his spider-ness would show through would probably creep me out, but imagining him in my head, chittering sweetly at Jasper, he was actually kinda cute. I had never read about a werespider before, so that alone was fun. A story of self-discovery in a world where things are not always what they seem and the lines between good and evil are hard to draw.Īfter reading so much urban fantasy, it's gotten harder to find books in the genre that stand out to me, but this one managed it and hit the spot very nicely! Strangers in the Night is a tense, action-filled urban fantasy. He’s the sort of guy who lives as fast as he talks and talks as fast as he drives, and if Jasper wants to get closer to the werespider he’s going to have to keep up.īut getting closer might be dangerous in more ways than one and what Jasper learns may not be what he expects. So when his father and superior officer tells him to go undercover to trick a rare and dangerous werespider, Jasper agrees.Ĭrimson Apocalypse is one of New York’s oldest residents and the only known werespider in the north eastern United States.
Loyal to the cause of keeping the mortal world safe from the evils of demons, there isn’t anything Jasper wouldn’t do. And if his adoptive father knows, he’s not telling. Since he was orphaned at a young age, his parents took the secret of what, exactly, he is to their graves. With superior strength, agility, and a handy ability to sense demonic energy, it’s like he was born for the job. Jasper Craig is a hunter at New York’s secret St. Where there’s demons, there’s bound to be demon hunters and in Brooklyn there’s no shortage of either. Nah.” He composed himself long enough to throw back the shot and clap the empty glass down on the counter. He had the sort of laugh that could fill a whole room, loud and pleasant, and a great deal less nasal than his heavy accent might have entailed. The werespider was midway to taking another shot of tequila but drew it away from his lips at the last second, sparing himself the minor tragedy of coughing it up in the sudden burst of laughter that erupted from him.
“So, what are you expecting me to believe here?” Even to his own ears, Jasper’s forced casualness sounded more forced than casual.
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