I'm half way done with this amazing book, and I can't say enough good things about it. A lonely man takes a job as a dog catcher at the same time others in his department are disappearing. A pack of lycanthropes work in white collar L.A. as lawyers, hunting down other packs and either assimilating them or destroying them. A young, damaged woman becomes the lover of both the pack leader and the dog catcher. Sounds like Laurel K Hamilton? You couldn't be farther from the truth. First, the book is sharp like a bullet to the head, with Raymond Chandler-esque prose that astounds on nearly every page. Second, it's told in the form of a single, epic free-verse poem! Think it's flowery? Wrong again. Try these passages on for size...
""Liquor is a funny thing," he says.
:It can make a wise man an idiot and then
almost magically at times, it can make an idiot wise."
Calley eyes him. How did these guys get in here anyway?
The man goes on,
"Yes, liquor is the thin white coat of paint
you wash over the cracks in your foundation.
Makes any house livable for a few hours,
Sometimes, even days."
Calley rolls his eyes and says, "Okay asshole,
You want a drink or not?"
The moment seemed
slow but Pete
had her flying
arcing across the room
her head knocking hard against a wall
just like that.
Pete was looking down at her
and she was so weak and small
it didn't take much
to throw her across the room again
and then again.
No bruises to speak of,
her sense of tomorrow
all smashed and jumbled
like a pool of paint lying on the floor
after all the bright colors bleed together.
There's no percentage in hating
your nature ; it's just in the blood.
Plus, the story itself is riveting. I can't recommend this book SHARP TEETH enough!
Werewolf lovers, howl in triumph!