Dec. 8th, 2016

duncandahusky: (huskyface)

Six months after starting their hunt for a serial killer who is still at large, FBI agents Jerry Lee Parker and John Flynn are partners in every sense. But Jerry has serious doubts about their relationship and whether they would even be together if not for the way Flynn changed after touching a mysterious artifact in a museum.

Flynn hates the extraordinary power bestowed on him by the artifact and wants nothing more than to have a normal life again. Jerry fears that without the unusual connection they forged, Flynn will no longer want or need him. Chasing after a similar artifact takes them back to Flynn's old stomping grounds in Washington D.C., where his newfound abilities uncover long-buried secrets, the kind people would kill to protect. But they aren't the only ones looking for these powerful relics, and what they discover will threaten their relationship-and their lives.

Walk a Mile (The Sixth Sense #2) by Sarah Madison

Rating: 2.75 out of 5

This book starts with an interesting premise, carried over from the first book: two FBI agents, one of whom has accidentally acquired telepathic powers, fall together into a steamy relationship. Where do they go from here? How can this expand communication between them? Bet they could apply this to cracking tough cases, right?

Yeah, none of this happens. I feel like the premise is squandered in favor of further complicating matters. Flynn is an uncommunicative dick, and Parker has relationship interruptus. This is one of those frustrating books where so much could be sorted out if the characters just TALKED to each other. Instead (spoiler alert, though this happens early enough it comprises most of the book), a new artifact is introduced, and when they both touch it, Parker and Flynn switch bodies. Hilarity ensues!

OK, not really. Actually, confusion and angst ensue, and ever-increasing failures in communication. We get no closer to figuring out what the story is behind the artifacts. There is no character development, really. And in the end, an even-more unbelievable plot twist is introduced that blows the entire premise up anyway. Even though there is a sequel, I'm pretty much done here.

duncandahusky: (huskyface)

I shared several breakfasts with you at Midwest FurFest this year. chatting about various convention things. We bitched and griped and laughed, a couple of old, snarky bastards who knew where the other was coming from.

You busted your ass in some of the most thankless jobs a convention has. I’d say you didn’t do it with any complaint, but you complained with the best of them, and you had every reason to. The convention improved because of that, too. I just found the first email I ever got from you, asking if it was too late to register for the first Midwest FurFest in 2000. Even then you were generous, willing to pay more to this new event if that was what it took for you to attend.

You had boyfriends who cared for you very much, through good times and bad. That speaks unbelievably well of you.

In the blink of an eye, you’re gone. One small wrong decision. The idea terrifies me, knowing the same could happen to anyone else I hold dear.

Goodbye, Scott. You were a good man, a good friend, and a damn good skunk. Your passing leaves a hole in my heart.

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