Welcome to the our first meeting of the Book Lovers for the Prevention of Supporting Character Neglect! Where Book Lovers from across the world stand in solidarity for the supporting cast. Those individuals that make the story and keep us coming back even when the protagonist needs a good smack (*cough Harry Potter cough*). Hear our anthem! Because everyone deserves top billing now and then.

For our inaugural meeting, we will take a close look at Ilona Andrews’ Kate Daniels’ World. Ilona is among the more considerate authors out there, as she has given various others a chance to shine while Kate and Curran are recuperating (Andrea, Dali, and Julie), but that consideration is no excuse! There are still a plethora of magnificent characters in post-magicpocalypse Atlanta that are suffering from an unacceptable lack of Their Own Lives.

Caro: I think Saiman. Yes, he is a narcissistic asshole most of the time but there’s something about him that makes me want to forgive his actions. I wish we got his story – a whole book. He’s not a good guy, and that’s the whole appeal! That guy deserves to be the center of attention.

Cass: Saiman would totally agree with you on this.

Caro:  Hey! I wouldn’t say no to a new scene with him dancing naked in the snow. *wriggles eyebrows*

I skirted the iceberg and saw Derek. He stood rigid, hands spread wide, his upper lip wrinkled in a preemptive growl. He was trying his best not to touch a blonde whose hands rested on his shoulders.

She was nude. Short, with hair down to her butt, she was proportioned with an almost obscene generosity: round ass, solid thighs, big heavy breasts tipped by pink nipples. Considering the size of her waist, it was a wonder she didn’t fold in half under the weight of her boobs. Her skin glowed, almost as if lit from within by sunshine, and so she stood there, naked, unashamed, golden. Sex in the snow. She looked at Derek with huge eyes and purred. “A puppy. Play with me!”

Derek’s eyes had gone completely yellow.

Past him, Ghastek’s vamp crouched on the edge, making no move to assist.

I swiped a chunk of crusty snow, clamped it into a ball, and hurled it at the blonde. The snowball hit her upside the head, bursting into powder.

“Saiman! Step away from him!”

The blonde whipped her head around. “Kate…”

Her body twisted with preternatural fluidity. Female flesh melted like wax and re-formed into a muscle-corded frame. She swept toward me through the snow, growing, twisting, molding, hardening, too fast to follow and then a man wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me to him.

He was tall, perfectly proportioned, and muscled like a Roman statue. The same golden radiance that had illuminated the blonde lit his skin from within. His hair, a deep red streaked with gold, fell to his waist without a trace of a curl. His face was angular, yet masculine, and his grin had a mordant edge sharp enough to draw blood. He leaned toward me and I got a good look at his eyes. They were orange. Radiant, brilliant orange, streaked with pale green that almost looked like the crystals of ice growing on a window during a freeze.

They did not look human.

“Kate,” he repeated, pulling me closer. He towered at least half a foot above me. Snowflakes swirled around us. His breath smelled like honey. “I’m so glad you came to visit. I was so dreadfully bored.”

That’s it. The flare had driven him insane.

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Draconismoi is a Legal Aid Attorney out on the frozen tundra. After two weeks of -30F, she started telling people she moved to Alaska because she loves the indoors. Right now you'll find her curled up under all the blankets she owns, surrounded by a pile of books. Every so often she emerges from her cave (when there is food) and wonders how she'll justify prolonging this behavior once the temperature rises and the sun returns.

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