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Three more days until we go camping and I’m already trying to think about what needs to be done. If I don’t start thinking about it now, I’ll end up forgetting something and that never ends well. I can’t wait for this weekend, though. That means this week will be over and I should be relaxing. The whole thing that is going to stress me out is having to deal with my pump….and that thing better be working. With all the driving that I’ll be doing over the next couple of days, it’s going to be nice to sit around a campfire and do nothing. There’s going to be good friends, good food, lots of fire, and the beach at sunset. And that is all that is planned at this moment.

However, before I can enjoy the weekend, I need to get there first. That means having to think about the packing and the organizing and the general headache of going away for a weekend. I’m taking Ian down to my mother’s on Thursday, so I have to have him all packed up Wednesday night. Then I need to pack for Jesse and I (yes, I do pack for both of us), plus get all the gear around and I just know I’m going to forget something. Plus we have to remember to leave food and water out for Toby. Why do I see the trunk packed and I can’t think of enough stuff to put in there?

It’s always weird when I start dreaming in Spanish. I’m actually pretty fluent in my dreams and that’s suppose to be a good thing; however, when I’m fluent, my dreams are usually really weird. I don’t remember much about my dream, but I do remember speaking in Spanish to Jesse because we were in his homeland, where I was a foreigner, and I wasn’t sure if they were suppose to know that I didn’t belong there. Like I said, weird. I have no idea where it was going or where I was coming from (I do remember huge leeches, but that could be spillover from that horrible SCI-Fi movie from last Saturday). I also have no idea where Jesse picked up Spanish and why he wasn’t from the same place I was. I did get a feeling that it was wrong for me to be in his homeland. Maybe it was a good thing that Ian woke me up when he did.

Another dream I’ve been having lately (although it has nothing to do with speaking in Spanish) has something to do with dairy farming. That may not seem weird, but remember, I’m still nursing Ian….now think about that.

I finally got a chance to read Sherrilyn Kenyon’s newest Dark-Hunter novel “Devil May Cry”. Kenyon’s vampiric world revolves around mythology and the different Pantheons that have existed. We’ve already dealt with gods from the Greek and Norse Pantheons, but this time we’re introduced to the Sumerian Pantheon and some of their demons. The Dark-Hunter in question is Sin, the last Sumerian god who is left to fight the Gallu demons created by his brethren. Unlike the Daimons, Gallu demons are not a cursed raised who are trying to prolong their life. They are truly demons who have no real morals regarding combat and the humans. We also learn the truth behind the mysterious Katra, Artemis’ handmaiden who has already made several appearances in previous novels.

I’ve already started collecting this series and I’m ecstatic to know that it isn’t going downhill anytime soon. Kenyon kept us in her world, but we were given a different path to follow. One we haven’t been on before, but didn’t deviate from where we’re suppose to be going. I love the mystery surrounding Acheron and the fact that we are no closer to figuring him out; yet, we are given more tidbits that make his character even more commanding.  This series is still addicted for me and I would recommend anyone to pick up a book.  The one thing about this series I love the most is that you really don’t have to read it in order.  It helps, but each novel is not based on what has previously happened.  Since all the Dark-Hunters are not in the same city, some plot points overlap, but are not so important that they are not easily explained.