I enjoyed Serbu’s last novel, The Vampire’s Protege, so much that I jumped at the chance to read this one. While I have to admit I was not as enamored of this particular story, I was not disappointed.
Xavier and Thomas’s love story is set against the background of the French Revolution. It’s a lush backdrop with plenty of real history to sink your teeth (or fangs) into.
The romance between a true servant of God and a vampire has tons of potential that gets lost in lovers’ agony. I really wanted to love it but there were just too many stretches where the plot wasn’t being moved along and instead there was simply yet another way for Thomas or Xavier to mourn the fact that they could not be together, and I found myself skipping ahead to see what was going to happen.
There are some brilliant characters, though–Xavier’s sister Catherine, is a formidable presence, and Anne, the voodoo priestess, is wonderful. She shines on the page. Serbu’s writing is lovely and I had a clear vision in my imagination of what was happening on the page.
I think the story would have been better served by cutting some of the chaff. It’s not a bad book at all, just takes far too long to develop for my personal tastes. For lovers of vampires, though, it’s certainly an entertaining book with a slow burn romance.