Vampire queen Betsy Taylor is back—and there’s going to be hell to pay…
After her recent trip to hell, Betsy isn’t exactly sorry she killed the devil, even though it’s put her sister Laura in a damnable position: forced to assume the role of Satan—she may not have the training, but she sure looks great in red—and in charge of billions of souls now that she’s moved up in the world. Or is that down?
But Betsy’s in an odd new situation as well—that of being a monarch suddenly in charge of all things earthbound, like her husband, Sinclair, who has gone from relieved to ecstatic to downright reckless now that he can tolerate sunlight.
As if that wasn’t enough, Betsy and Sinclair’s adopted little BabyJon is finally starting to walk. And if the increasingly unpredictable toddler is anything like his extended family, precisely where he’s headed is anyone’s guess.
The 12th in Davidson's Undead series (after Undead and Unstable) lives down to its wishy-washy title, crossing snarky pop-culture references with solemn religion. Betsy, queen of the vampires, has killed Satan, the mother of Betsy's half-sister, Laura (yes, that makes Laura the Antichrist). Now Betsy wants to mend fences with a belated Thanksgiving. With his newfound tolerance for sunlight, Betsy's handsome and dangerous husband, Eric, is giddy with happiness. Less joy-inspiring is Betsy's best friend's pregnancy; in fact, Betsy feels nothing about it at all, which only registers as strange after Laura kidnaps Betsy and abandons her in Hell. Davidson's writing remains zippy and fun, but it almost entirely lacks substance, and the religiosity that seeps in toward the ending (" Come along,' I told the Antichrist. Come pray with me' ") is as jarring as reading that the commanding, soulful, and hunky king of the vampires baby-talks to puppies. Even diehard fans will struggle to love this episode.