So this week I was reading The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black, in which vampirism has spiraled into a sort of pandemic due to one vampire’s decision to start infecting (but not killing) people right and left. Needless to say this quickly results in the near-breakdown of society, until the government herds both the vampires and infected humans into walled cities, known as Coldtowns, that are sort of like leper colonies, only with fangs. Oh, and YouTube feeds.
So we’re in the home stretch of the “Battlestar Galactica” reboot now, nearly halfway through season 4. And by “we” I mean “me”, as my wife has more or less tuned “BSG” out at this point, except for some of the scenes where Al from “Quantum Leap”* (AKA Dean Stockwell) shows up, and the occasional conversation like this that ensues if she happens to be awake when I start an episode:
So this week I’m about halfway through Hallowed Ground, and at this point authors Steven Savile and David Niall Wilson have sufficiently muddied the waters that I’m not entirely sure who the bad guys are. Is it The Deacon and his band of revival/freak show misfits? Is it the mysterious traveling snake oil purveyor Balthazar? Is it both? Hmm, I bet it’s both. Oh, and there seem to be people around who can turn into crows.