Review: Pack by Teya Martin
			
			 It 
			will seem hokey to say that this book has a helluva bite, but it is 
			true.
It 
			will seem hokey to say that this book has a helluva bite, but it is 
			true.
			 
			I'm kinda over vampires. Thanks to La Meyers mawkish Twilit piffle, 
			vampires are pretty much sparkly underwear models at this point. 
			Most paranormal authors seem to have forgotten that they actually, 
			uhh, drink BLOOD and attack people. It's a shame because since Mr. 
			Stoker did his inventing a century ago, the Vampire has had a 
			healthy unLife on the page and stage. But with the paranormal boom 
			of the past decade, the undead have slowly devolved into a kind of 
			broody cliche with the menace of a jar of mustard.
			 
			Not here.
			 
			Teya Martin's PACK does a pretty marvelous 
			job of claiming the legend for new and nefarious purposes. This book 
			is entirely about sex and death and blood and sacrifice. She 
			embraces all those nasty, delicious things that make the vampire 
			myth so repellant and fascinating. What's more, she makes them her 
			own... reinventing vampires thoroughly and laying the groundwork for 
			a series that has some serious teeth. In her world, Vampires are a 
			kind of subspecies with some (but not all) characteristics of Nosferatu who refer to themselves as "Pack"... and the cumulative 
			ideas pack a wallop. Here is a book abouit vampires that doesn't, 
			uh, suck.
			 
			Teya Martin knows what the hell she is doing. To start with, this is 
			an MM novel, and as such it is careful to establish two main 
			characters whose desires and personalities are diametrically opposed 
			and believably reconciled. Zacky starts the novel as an abused, 
			repressed, churchbound near-masochist and over the course of 280 
			pages evolves believably into his own dark twin. The pain and 
			anxiety are still there but because of the romance, his warped view 
			of the world morphs to include sexiness and real intimacy and fierce 
			loyalty. Martin works like hell to achieve this, and the effect is 
			subtle and gratifying. Zacky's tenderness and fragility feel 
			legitimate, not like yaoi-derived pedo-porno.
			 
			Tyler is another delightful invention. As the story's seductive, 
			brooding alpha, He pushes every limit he encounters: sexual, social 
			and otherwise. He is wildly appealing and beautifully anguished in 
			exactly the way we want a romantic vampire character to be. And no 
			delicate blood in bottles for him. He has teeth and he uses them. 
			His aggression and pathos seem earned and critical to the story’s 
			development. Again, Martin isn't just channeling Joss Whedon's 
			schizophrenic televidiots or Meyer's whinging vegetarians or Rice's 
			hysterical androgynes... Based on the novel she's written, I have a 
			feeling she'd find those options dated and vaguely embarrassing.
			 
			Oh, and by the by.... the worldbuilding is fantastic. Martin has 
			conceived a pretty fresh and intriguing take on the 
			vampire/werewolf/nightwalker idea: genetic anomaly. What’s more she 
			elaborates on the idea, considering the implications and 
			complications and driving the story with them organically. These 
			"Pack" members don't just sip blood from jugs or transform innocents 
			easily... everything here has a cost and a history. I was especially 
			intrigued at her idea of rogues being Pack members left to fend for 
			themselves at the turning without their fellows to guide their 
			steps. A VERY clever take and there are at least 4 or 5 books in 
			that idea alone. Teya Martin is bringing some real guns to bear on 
			an entire genre and the results are ridiculously satisfying.
			 
			But of all her many strengths, Martin has one thing in spades: the 
			ability to establish and explore extreme conflicts that do not 
			become repetitive or maudlin or sentimental. Her villains are 
			motivated. Her conflicts are understandable and logical and 
			believable. Many romances suffer from the "if only they had spoken" 
			or "had I but known" mode of complication... unrealistic wrinkles 
			keeping protagonists from the final clench. Not here: Zacky and 
			Tyler come together painfully and inexorably; their road is a bumpy 
			one and feels earned at each step. This means that in a 280 page 
			novel I never feel like I'm stuck in an infinite loop of "I love 
			you, but I can't" leading to a final clinch. She also sidesteps the 
			"instant eternal love, just add hottie" problem that so much MM 
			fiction slides towards. Both these men are sexy, but interestingly 
			it is their flaws and habits that make them so suited to each other.
			 
			I have minor quibbles: At times I felt like sex could have been 
			particularized; it's difficult to motivate blood in erotic play 
			believably over long stretches. There was a unnecessary moment of 
			freaky awkwardness when a literal child appears as a destined mate 
			which gave me the willies, and that could have been solved by adding 
			some years to the character. There were two moments where 
			antagonists caved too easily, but then, I'm a hard bastard, and I 
			want my MM heroes to SUFFER! :)
			 
			Bottom line: I fucking loved this book. I'd give it a 9 out of 10 
			and I am THRILLED beyond belief that it is listed as the part of 
			"The Pack series." I'll definitely be at the front of the line for 
			her next installments.
			 
			Bite down, bitches!





