Undead and Unsure (Undead #12)
Berkley Hardcover/ August 6, 2013 / $25.95 print, $11.04 digital
It’s no surprise to Betsy that her trip to Hell with her sister Laura landed
them in hot water. Betsy isn’t exactly sorry she killed the Devil but it’s put
Laura in a damnable position: assuming the role of Satan (she may not have
the training but she looks great in red)—and in charge of billions of souls as she
moves up in the world. Or is that down?
But Betsy herself is in an odd new position as well—that of being a responsible monarch suddenly in charge of all things more earth-bound: like her vampire husband Sinclair who has gone from relieved to ecstatic to downright reckless now that he can tolerate sunlight. And if Sinclair isn’t enough to contend with, Betsy’s best friend Jessica is in her sixth (and hopefully last) trimester. Considering she’s been pregnant for eighteen months, she’s become a veritable encyclopedia of what not to expect when you’re expecting. Oh, the horror…
And speaking of growing pains, 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.
MaryJanice Davidson’s Undead series is laugh-out-loud funny, and in this book, the internal monolog whirlwind that is Vampire Queen Betsy is back. Well, kind of, because she ends up in Hell. Again. There is never a dull moment for our undead queen and her friend filled monster mansion. Betsy is on a mission (yep, probably won’t end well for anyone) to rebuild her relationship with her half-sister, Laura. This is proving difficult because Laura hasn’t forgiven Betsy for killing her mother, Satan.
Our vampire is almost all grown up. Betsy is finally coming to terms with the idea that she is responsible for her actions. Laura couldn’t agree more, and drags her to Hell to prove a point. Well, it isn’t like she hasn’t been here before.
“One day,” I said without opening my eyes. “One day I’m actually gonna see this sort of thing coming. I’m going to learn from past fuckups and be proactive and actually see this shit coming. Dammit!”
“Yes, well. Not today.”
Laura’s voice. Double dammit. I was in hurry to open my eyes, as I knew where we were, but lying on the ground with my eyes closed, was, at most, a temporary reprieve. And I guess a vampire queen shouldn’t be found in a fetal position while whimpering in fear and telling herself it wasn’t cool to suck her thumb.
I opened my eyes. “Most people—when they throw tantrums?—maybe break a vase. You, though. You drag people to Hell.”
“It’s not a tantrum,” Tantrumey McTantrum snapped. “I just got really furious with you and acted without thinking regardless of the consequences.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that one. Here it comes, all official: zing!” I blinked and sat up. I knew my focus should be on an irked Antichrist but I was distracted by hell being weird(er).
When I’d been here before, Hell was a waiting room (with all the horror that entails) and a beehive (ditto). The devil had explained, in as bitchy and condescending a manner as possible, that my puny brain couldn’t grasp the complexities of another dimension. Because that was what Hell was: something entirely apart from the world, a place that was shaped by Satan’s will and determination. Normal rules didn’t apply.
Betsy must figure out how to get herself back home. Along the way she is going to have to accept advice, albeit reluctantly, from an unexpected source. As her friends and family anxiously await her safe return, we wonder if Betsy is going to be able to pull this off. Hint: stylish shoes will be involved. This is Betsy, after all, even if she is more mature than she used to be.
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