It's hard to believe, but when Anita stopped being celibate in The Killing Dance my reaction was "finally." I thought Hamilton had overdone the sexual tension leading up to that book. Oh, the good old days! When this was a fun series about Anita the necromancer and vampire hunter with her werewolf on the side. I knew it was a bad, bad thing when the ardeur rose up its ugly head in the previous book. In fact, I thought, "no, Hamilton didn't just do that!" but I thought it an aberration that Anita would fight--not, as another reviewer put it, "the new normal." And this really is the book where the porn overtakes plot and where Anita's previous relationships start going to crap. Dolph her collegue on the police force was once important to Anita, someone she respected. And her friend Ronnie Sims. But after Narcissus in Chains the only thing important to Anita is who she's boinking at any particular moment--but that's OK. It's the ardeur! Not like she has to take responsibility for her choices. I had a friend who actually loved the post-Narcissus in Chains arc. She thought it was all about Anita learning to love. I'm sorry, but I'm not seeing it. A person is about more than having sex--that's true even for a prostitute. And having sex with all comers does not a relationship make.