Book Review: Dance on Fire by James Garcia Jr.

Dance on Fire is the debut novel from the very talented James Garcia Jr. I've had the pleasure of mingling with this author via Twitter, Facebook and the bloggesphere in general - a very interesting and down to earth man who I was supremely curious about his writing, particularly given it's links to supernatural genre which you all know I'm a massive fan.
Dance on Fire is a story told from multiple person perspective - a rather fabulous way of consistently keeping the reader in the thick of the action and diving into the many layers of each individual character. I enjoyed being a sinister, sadistic vampire who preyed on innocent children, the hardworking detectives trying to solve a string of seemingly unsolvable murders, and the house wife with more layers than an onion and an unwavering faith in the almighty.
The small town of Kingsbury, quaint and generally peaceful, has now fallen victim to a string of gruesome (and I do mean gruesome) murders. Detectives fight to solve the mystery, unaware that creatures of the night stalk those who dare to stray into the shadows, feed mercilessly, and pursue a vendetta waged centuries before.
But are these creatures we've come to celebrate as blood-thirsty, depraved and without morality all as bad as we believe? Or for that matter, are vampires the only cause for the slayings of the innocent?
Dance on Fire reserves the right to keep you guessing. With such rich and complex characters brimming with intense emotion and unwavering beliefs in right, wrong and justice, it's easy to fall victim to the intriguing plot. Once the action began and the unfolding of past events were teamed with the present, I was truly unable to put the book down.
I thought perhaps some of the insertion of bible referencing would annoy me but in the end it served its purpose and began to make you believe that everything had happened for a reason. With only one typo error in the entire novel, a well constructed plot filled with relevant facts without the over stimulation of information, and I truly believe I found (pardon the puns) a killer novel to really sink your teeth into. 
It was almost too easy to rate this novel four and a half fangs out of five. I highly recommend this novel to anyone who enjoys reading the adult supernatural/horror genre.

Synopsis:
Two Kingsburg police officers have been butchered in an attack as ferocious as it is mystifying. Now two detectives and their families are being drawn into a battle that threatens to destroy them and those around them. In a marriage of horror and Christian themes of good conquering evil and redemption, Dance on Fire is the fictional account of characters drawn into the fire by supernatural forces.

Wedding Anniversary

Today is my seventh wedding anniversary. I'm supposed to be itchy right about now but I have to admit that I'm not - I'm content. We've technically been together for fourteen years, so I suppose if we were going to jump ship we would have done it a few years ago - so there must be some love there.
I have to admit, though, it kind of blows me away that I have lived in the same house with someone that long and not plotted their ultimate demise. After seventeen years under my parent's roof I was hankering to get out on my own, my teenage mind convinced I was being suppressed from any form of fun. Yet oddly enough, fourteen years later with hubby, I am comforted by the thought of waking up to the freight train snoring that pours forth from his mouth each night. I also like that he drives me crazy with his non-stop talking in the car to and from work (he never shuts up). I like that when I ask him, 'do I look good in this?' he always says, 'you are one skinny bitch' even though he is clearly lying.
I especially love that after fourteen years he conveniently still does not know the difference between synthetic and cotton clothes and thus cannot operate the washing machine. I love that every job he attempts in an effort to help around the house is half-assed, but at least started. I love that I can always find him the grocery store because he has the voice of a foghorn. I love that I constantly abuse him about his poor driving skills, yet he continues to drive me around because I'm too lazy to claim the driver's seat. I love that his idea of weeding the garden is throwing mulch over the top so you just can't see them. I love that he can open cupboard doors and draws in the kitchen but can't seem to reverse the action with any real finesse. And, of course, I love that his terrible sense of humour sometimes takes me by surprise and has me bent in half, gasping for breath. Oh, and I love that when I fart, he screams at me with things like 'I'm gonna die!', a slow smile plastered across his face.
Hubby, I love your guts. Despite our combined flaws, we fit together like a jigsaw puzzle - always unfinished, but constantly in a state of revealing something quite special. So, in light of the fact that I'm now erring on the mushy side, I found this song that sums up my feelings of you perfectly.

Okay, I'm kidding - here's the real one!

Kristy :)