Friday, October 31, 2014

Damon Snow and the Nocturnal Lessons by Olivia Helling Blog Tour

Damon Snow thinks he has the world figured out. As an incubus and male prostitute, it’s a cruel, dark, lonely place where men only want one thing. But when his long-time patron Byrne discovers he’s dying, Byrne offers to leave his entire fortune to him. There’s just one catch. Damon has to write about the reason why another patron procures his services. Caught up in his patron’s impossible love life, Damon suddenly isn’t so sure he knows the answer.

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Byrne dropped his hand. “The physician came today.”

“What did he have to say?” I asked. I made a face. “More leeches?”

I didn’t know how such learned men expected leeches to fix dyspepsia, but I had heard enough from Byrne’s rants that physicians were desperate to use them. And the maggots. Physicians had a fetish for letting bugs eat their patients, apparently. Medical nonsense. It was why I never serviced physicians, however well they paid.

“No. No leeches,” he said. “It’s too late for that.”

“Too late?” I asked. “But you have money.” I had known many people to die young because they could not afford even a surgeon. A real one, who had studied in a university and not the cowherd recently arrived from the country.

“Money doesn’t buy everything,” Byrne said. “It didn’t buy me a family.”

“If you had been as ardent about chasing fillies as you are colts,” I said and shrugged. He’d probably have a whole stable of children by now.

“I don’t care much for fillies,” Byrne said.

“Who does?” I shrugged again. “But that’s how you beget children.”

“I always thought I would have time,” he said.

“You still have time,” I said.

Byrne laughed, which turned into a harsh coughing fit. I rubbed his back through the thin cotton of his night gown.

“Doctor Morson said I wouldn’t last a year. Maybe two,” Byrne said.

“From dyspepsia?” I asked.

Byrne shook his head no. “It’s not dyspepsia.”

Oh. If Byrne didn’t wish to share, then I wouldn’t enquire further. “Well, I knew a boy who got roughed up pretty bad — I mean, I knew a boy who had been gravely injured. His — his abbot was flush enough to summon a surgeon. The surgeon said he wouldn’t last the night.”

“But then the boy lived for fifty years and died a happy old man surrounded by grandchildren,” Byrne finished.

“How many years do you think I have?” I asked. “He did outlive the prognosis, though. He made it a whole week before they called the coffin-maker.”

Byrne laughed again, as if he couldn’t help but laugh instead of cry. Tears ran from the corner of his eyes. He pressed his hand into his side again. “Are you trying to make me feel better or worse?”

“Better,” I said. “If he can live seven times longer, it should be easy for you. You can do a lot in seven years.”

“Not like this,” Byrne said. His hands trembled in his lap.

“It’s a lot of books to read,” I said. I glanced at the god forsaken book on the ground. “Not that one.”

Byrne laughed again. When his coughing fit rescinded, he whispered, “You must endeavour not to make me laugh, or I won’t have a year. It would be worth it, though.”

“Well, then what do you want to do?” I asked. The few people I had known with wasting sicknesses had not been afforded the luxury for such a question, except for something really simple. Apologising to their mother for the life they had lived, for one.

“I want to read something… hopeful,” Byrne said.

“Then the newspaper is out,” I said. “Everyone’s saying the French wars will ruin us.”

“Oh, let the French have Perceval,” Byrne said. “I’ve had three ships go down off the coast of Africa, thanks to his moral idiocy.”

“Yes, terrible that,” I said. “Can you believe him? Actually thinking that men shouldn’t be owned by another? Where is the profit? Well, besides with the former slaves, who would then get a fair wage for their work instead of the whip.”

Byrne sniffed. He looked to the fireplace on the other side of his bedroom. Small flames licked the blackened logs. Perhaps he had realised just how silly it was to complain to a molly about the loss of slave ships. Or perhaps he was just imagining keeping me in a collar, chained to his bed to do whatever he desired. Without pay.

“May I ask you something?” Byrne asked. I shrugged. I hoped it had nothing to do with politics. I cared little for what happened at Westminster, unless it involved a gift of coin and me on my knees. “Are you happy?”

I mouth opened and I almost laughed. “Halfway to the grave,” I said, “and you still find time to mock me.”

“How does that question mock you?” Byrne asked. His forehead furrowed, as if he actually had to think hard on my response.

“No, I am not happy,” I said. “I expect no one really is, not at the bottom of the barrel. Although, I’m not actually at the bottom. That place is reserved for those poor halfwits stuck in St Giles.”

“Damon’s Circles of Hell,” Byrne muttered. “How clever.”

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

This is a short read which I would surmise is set in early Dickensian London. Poverty and perversity abound in large cities, and Damon is a Molly or rent boy. In order to benefit from a dying client's inheritance he is set some lessons. This book provides the first. That I found quite enjoyable. What I haven't yet understood is what the incubus element that is alluded to within the ‘blurb’ fits into the plot. The next lesson will be in the next release.

4 stars overall
3 stars for the beginning
5 stars for the ending.

I want to preface this review by stating I had a very, very difficult time starting this novella and keeping engaged. It wasn't the genre, as I'm an avid Regency and M/M reader. There was something about the writing style or the execution of the introduction. Why am I stating this? Because if I hadn't had to read this title for reviewing purposes, I would have stopped and went to another book, and that would have been a travesty. So, for those struggling, please keep reading.

Around the 45% mark, I couldn't put the book down. But at the same time, I didn't want it to end. I enjoyed Damon, being inside his head, and I found the rest of the cast of characters very engaging. Byrne was a fantastic character.

One word kept coming to mind as I read the novella: Darling. It was hot and sweet yet realistic, giving you the darker emotional side of being a Molly. I cannot wait for Damon's next lesson.

Above was my review, below is the writer in me wanting to start a dialogue with either the author or other readers, because I love to “Book Club” a book. Meaning I love to discuss it.

I have two thoughts rattling in my head about the ‘Incubus’ part of the storyline. For it to be paranormal in nature, then I need more paranormal content. The Incubus part of the storyline was completely glossed over, with little world building or explanation besides a sentence here or there.

Personally, I was glad. I didn't think it was necessary. I would have liked the story just fine without it. What I believe, if I were writing this title, is Damon isn't an incubus at all. He was born into a world where that was a great excuse to explain away the mother's indiscretions, and then he suffered the consequences. It's also the only way he could deal with the emotional fallout of having a father who never claimed him, a mother who blamed him, and a way to deal with being a Molly. Just blame all that emotion on being an Incubus. It's a childhood delusion that manifested into a very real belief for our hero. (I could be wrong. Probably am. But as I said, this was my ‘book club’ portion)

Would I recommend this title: Yes, but soldier through the beginning.
Will I continue this series: Yes, can't wait to see what adventures Byrne thrusts Damon into for the sake of ‘journaling.’
Would I read more by this author: Most definitely. 

Olivia Helling doesn't believe in love at first sight... but maybe, just maybe, it blossoms along a few books. That is, after all, how she fell in love with her husband.

Olivia writes about the darkness and flaws from within, the struggle with self-confidence, self-perception and fear of failure, and fantasy and historical worlds that refuse to allow love between men. So be warned: happily ever after is not guaranteed.

The protagonist and love interest don't always end up together by the end of one book. But when they finally come together, their love will be a thing of beauty.

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