True Blood S6 E3 You're No Good

There are so many that fit the title of this week's episode that it would be hard to pick just one but honestly the wolves spring to mind immediately.    I don't know WHAT the heck is going on with them, and is it just me or do they seem to be running a muck?   

Not looking friendly here 

Weres gone wild! 

The next person (and of course that's a really loosely used) to be up to no good is BILLITH!   I don't know what that supposed southern gentleman is up to but you can bet he's up to something. 

Bill's doing parlor tricks!  

He tries to manipulate her, AGAIN

And he's through when she won't give him what he wants

What is he up to with Andy and then.... 

There is this parting shot--that's a "I'm up to no good" look  if I've ever seen one

Then of course we have the curious, mysterious Ben.  Is he good, is he part fae or?   I think something is rotten in Denmark here, possibly.  He's a wild card that's for sure but he was happy to meet "Gramps"  AKA Niall,  and he sure wants to buddy up with Sookie.  What do you all think friend or foe?   

Ready to serve 

Helping out yet again? hmm 

What's he really up to ?

 Speaking of shady shenanigans there's a certain blonde blast from the past working with the crazy governor. Bet old Steve wished he'd been a little wiser picking spouses.

Trouble with a capital T

I saved what I thought was one of the best parts of the show till last, kinda like dessert.  Of course I'm talking about Eric who else.  I'm not sure what to think about Willa, is she girl caught in a bad situation with a crazy father, (she wouldn't be the first) or is she perhaps another fangbanger addicted to V.  I do think she's caught the sheriff's attention and not just because of her father.

Are you a good girl? 

Already sleeping with an enemy umm let's revisit the earlier question. 

Any guesses what she might be thinking about?  

Yep, getting Eric to put  his mouth on her was my first guess 

Did finger sucking ever look so sexy... 

Eric knows how to leave a girl  stunned and speechless 

Last but not least we have damage control.  It seems this season there's going to be a lot of carnage and tonight was no different with the destruction of the Fae Club and all it's fairies.  It's been interesting and entertaining to get a glimpse into this magical world and they will be missed.  

Niall wonders at the chaos 

He discovers the truth 

He is overcome with their memories

Remembering and understanding the attack of his nemesis -Warlow 

Beyond words- wounded with loss of his kin 

Rest well in  The Summerlands

True Blood Season 6 episode 3 "The Sun" recap

Sunday's episode had some fantastic surprises and left fans screaming for more.  

 The first question we were all  dying to know-- WHO IS THIS MAN?   

Simple this is Sookie and Jason's Fae Grandpa, Niall 

Now with that question answered we can move on to the sexy part of the night-- ERIC.  
 He played the part of a kick-butt hero in so many ways and most of us couldn't get enough. 

Is there a doctor in the house? 

Why yes there is and  Dr. Northman makes it all better

And who knew he could act!

Anyone call the Geek Squad? 

Oh wait is it our hero in disguise ?
 

Then finally Eric ends his day doing what he does best-
charming his way into a beautiful woman's window



 And if Eric wasn't enough to keep us entertained we had some more shocking things in store for us with The Sun  

Bill learns from Lilith that  she's not a god and neither is he, but he does have
a special mission 

He's also developed some interesting feeding habits 

And he can see the future and it doesn't look pretty

You would think that would be enough for this episode. I mean how much more can they give us right? 

I guess they wanted to thoroughly wear us out so it kept coming. 

New complications

New powers

New fae or friend? 

New family? 

New special friends

New family or new foe 

New father and new fae 

New foe or old enemy

Again new foe or old enemy
Warlow

An "Irish" Obsession

I have a new obsession,  and it has an Irish flair.  I'm not sure who started me down this path, and if it was you please remind me so I can give you a big hug and thank you profusely!  So do I have your curiosity piqued?  I'm talking about the Fever series by Karen Marie Moning.  It is a series that I can NOT stop recommending.

The first book, Dark Fever, readers are introduced to Mac, the young, southern, heroine.   I loved this strong willed, brave, and quirky young woman from the beginning - my affinity for her just grew throughout the series.  We follow her quest for truth and justice encountering the world of the Fae in which she unknowingly plays an important pivotal  role.  I loved the interaction with two sexy but very different males, V'lane  and Barrons.  I felt myself wondering right along with her who to trust,  who to believe. Should she believe the Blonde, Adonis, like V'lane, who is a Prince of the Fae or should she believe the dark, smoldering exotic, but sexy as all get out Barrons who simmers with a animistic presence.   KM Moning keeps us guessing until the final book Shadow Fever.  If you are like me you will read these as fast as you can,  unable to put them down because you just NEED to know what happens to Mac and those she has grown to love.  


If you like paranormal fiction I can guarantee you will enjoy this series and will come to love the characters as much as I have.   


Below is an excerpt from the first book, Dark Fever:  

Prologue

My philosophy is pretty simple—any day nobody’s trying to kill me is a good day in
my book.

I haven’t had many good days lately.

Not since the walls between Man and Faery came down.

But then, there’s not a sidhe-seer alive who’s had a good day since then.

Before The Compact was struck between Man and Fae (around 4000 B.C. for those of you who aren’t up on your Fae history), the Unseelie Hunters hunted us down like animals and killed us. But The Compact forbade the Fae to spill human blood, so for the next six thousand years, give or take a few centuries, those with True Vision—people like me

who can’t be fooled by Fae glamour or magic—were taken captive and imprisoned in Faery until they died. Real big difference there: dying or being stuck in Faery until you die. Unlike some people I know, I’m not fascinated by them. Dealing with the Fae is like dealing with any addiction—you give in, they’ll own you; you resist, they never will.

Now that the walls are down, the Hunters are back to killing us again. Stamping us out like we’re the plague on this planet.

Aoibheal, the Seelie Queen of the Light, is no longer in charge. In fact, nobody seems to know where she is anymore, and some people are beginning to wonder if she is anymore. The Seelie and Unseelie have been smearing their bloody war all over our world since her disappearance, and although some might say I’m being broody and pessimistic, I think the Unseelie are gaining the distinct upper hand over their fairer brethren.

Which is a really, really bad thing.

Not that I like the Seelie any better. I don’t. The only good Fae is a dead Fae in my book. It’s just that the Seelie aren’t quite as lethal as the Unseelie. They don’t kill us on sight. They have a use for us.

Sex.

Though they barely credit us with sentience, they have a taste for us in bed.

When they’re done with a woman, she’s a mess. It gets in her blood. Unprotected Fae-sex awakens a frenzy of sexual hunger inside a woman for something she should never have had to begin with, and will never be able to forget. It takes a long time for her to recover—but at least she’s alive.

Which means a chance to fight another day. To help try to find a way to return our world to what it once was.

To send those Fae bastards back to whatever hell they came from.

But I’m getting ahead of myself, ahead of the story.

It began as most things begin. Not on a dark and stormy night. Not foreshadowed by ominous here-comes-the-villain music, dire warnings at the bottom of a teacup, or dread portents in the sky. It began small and innocuously, as most catastrophes do. A butterfly flaps its wings somewhere and the wind changes, and a warm front hits a cold front off the coast of western Africa and before you know it you’ve got a hurricane closing in. By the time anyone figured out the storm was coming, it was too late to do anything but batten down the hatches and exercise damage control.

My name is MacKayla. Mac for short. I’m a sidhe-seer, a fact I accepted only recently and very reluctantly.

There were more of us out there than anyone knew. And it’s a damn good thing, too.

We’re damage control.

--Dark Fever by K.M,Moning