Celeste pouts but doesn't spend too much pondering Vanity's dilemma. What concerns her is the deplorable state of Marco's home, his warriors and the state of finances. She immediately sets to work to right this horrible wrong, and sets up a house in town, her as the untouchable Madam. The coin coming in helps set the place to rights and things are going along well.
Celeste has no human empathy. When she is hungry, she kills, no matter the age, but she does try to cover up the death by making it look like a beast is killing along the countryside. She also listens to Marco's idea that his man Arthur would make an excellent king and that they must make it happen. Celeste has a wonderful idea of creating a stone with a sword in it that only Arthur can release. If he can do this, he will be the true leader of the people. Celeste isn't quite sure how to make it work though, so she calls in her good friend Satan. That's when the fun really begins.
Marco is a twist on the tale of how Arthur came to be king, but the story that Celeste spins is captivating. She's horror, power, and feminine and yet intriguing and the choices she makes had my head spinning sometimes. Her mind is on the verge of psychotic, and yet she has friends and loved ones. The writing is excellent, giving just the right amount of details for each scene without overpowering the characters and their motivation. I really enjoyed it and if you like reading books about the supernatural, with just a twist of history; you should pick this one up!
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The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.
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