I am a lover of dark reads but this author has baffled and confused me with this book. I have enjoyed reading these books but with this one I am totally bemused by what I’ve just read.

** Antichrist is not a retelling of Hunchback of Notre Dame, there are slight nods here and there toward the original tale.ĪNTICHRIST by Amo Jones is AVAILABLE NOW!!!Īntichrist by Amor James is part of the VII Knights Collection of books. Please check triggers if you think you may need to. It started with a bond that destroyed everyone around them… So when he rips away the walls she built around herself with his bare teeth, the secrets that she has so fiercely hidden away all of these years suddenly bleed onto the four unmarked graves laid out in front of his steel-cap boots… Niko fights for what’s his, and he’s only ever claimed one person in his life-Meraki. When the president of the New York chapter of the Seven Knights MC dies, he passes the gavel down to Niko… but unknown to anyone else, that’s not the only thing he left him.

Niko knew her inside and out, and if he saw even a smidge of her soul, he would see that she was no longer the girl he left behind… She burned with her demons instead of running from them, but when Niko Davis rode back into town with a bag full of secrets, she knew she would need to start hiding them instead. The one that everyone thought she did, and the one she worked hard to hide.

As a copy editing note, the word 'trawl' was used, perhaps in reference to a small shovel? This usage is unorthodox from the context I thought the word was meant to be 'trowel'.Meraki Mallory lived two lives. I would have rated this collection higher, if it had concentrated on its strengths, instead of being diluted. In this collection, one can easily see that Huang is a talented, gifted writer, but there is also too much drafty material to wade through. After reading Pineola Inn, I was reminded of the old editing truism spouted by poets - 'if you have a good line take it out' (because it just overshadows the rest of the mediocre lines). These two strong stories were also grounded in social realism, and it was jarring to then read a story about a headless mother (or more accurately, try to read a story about a headless mother, and then just not bother). The best stories here, such as 'Pineola Inn' and 'American Widow', are undermined by other short, weak pieces which are more like sketches or undeveloped vignettes. Twelve strong stories is a better collection that a mixed bag of 18 pieces. I always think less is more, when it comes to collections. Maybe if I had read this volume after reading a couple of crappy books I would have liked it more. This book had the misfortune to be read following a brilliant novel and a stellar short fiction collection.

A Pornography of Grief by Philip Huang