Forbidden Magic, Cheyenne McCray. Let us subtitle this review "I like my sex with plot, kthanks." I'm not sure where to start here - the plot is so thinly spread it could easily be condensed into 15 pages, not the 400 + of this padded monstrosity. It could have been marginally tolerable if it was a smidgen original, but McCray sticks with the "good witches/bad witches," cliche, throwing in the odd winged Scotsman and sex-addicted demons.


The sex .. is not the worst I've read, but only because I slogged through some of Laurell K. Hamilton's more comma-ridden recent effluent. There's a gross overuse of the word "fuck" and extreme repetition of most of the other descriptive elements - how many times do we need to know your main character doesn't wear underwear? I finished it, all the while damning my compulsion towards completion - this would be much better skipped in favor of any of the many similar novels that have characters with more than 2 dimensions.

Read July 2006