Narcissus In Chains: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel by Laurell K. HamiltonNarcissus In Chains: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel by Laurell K. Hamilton

Narcissus In Chains: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Novel

byLaurell K. Hamilton

Mass Market Paperback | September 24, 2002

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In her tenth adventure, nothing can save vampire hunter Anita Blake from a twist of fate that draws her ever closer to the brink of humanity.
Laurell K. Hamilton is a full-time writer and the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series and the Merry Gentry series. She lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family.
Title:Narcissus In Chains: An Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter NovelFormat:Mass Market PaperbackPublished:September 24, 2002Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0515133876

ISBN - 13:9780515133875


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Interesting There's plenty of steamy sex and graphic violence in this novel. Book #10 in the Anita Blake series is interesting but without a doubt flawed. While i'm all for a butt kicking strong female lead there has to be a power cap somewhere. More to the point... must every man she meets fall in love with her? Word of warning. If you're already getting confused with each of the men in Anita's life you'll never make it through the later books. On a more positive note. I truly enjoyed the introduction of Micah and much of the plot.
Date published: 2018-02-18
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Where it all goes downhill Laurell K. Hamilton REALLY needs to read up on what consent means. **SPOILERS** Anita meets a new man who ignores the multiple times she says no but this is all somehow okay because even though she's clearly saying the word NO repeatedly, she finds him attractive and they're destined to be together.
Date published: 2017-10-27
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Sigh I was so disappointed by this novel. I have been slowly reading the Anita Blake series over the last number of years, and I think this one may have been my least favorite. The story line drags, and I feel that there is no progress. Perhaps I will see the importance of the novel as I move forward with the series.
Date published: 2017-10-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book in the series! Loved this book. Great contiunance of the series.
Date published: 2014-10-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book in the series! This book is full of action, Anita the lead character just gets better with each book. I'd recommend this book to anyone that likes a strong lead character with plenty of story line and vampires ,wereanimals and fae. Love it, could read it over and over!
Date published: 2013-10-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Riveting. Breathless. Sexy. This is a pivotal book for the main character, Anita Blake. This book marks the beginning of major changes in the vampire Executioner's life. Not to say that being metaphyically linked to the SEXY Master Vampire of the City Jean-Claude and HOT alpha werewolf Richard in "The Killing Dance" is not a turning point, it is. It's just that in "Narcissus in Chains" things are happening left right and center and all you can do is hold on to the edge of your seat. Though to be honest, to really understand this series it is a must to start at the beginning with "Guilty Pleasures" when Anita meets these two HOT men that change her life from interesting to OFF THE CHART
Date published: 2010-11-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pivotal in the Series In book 10 of the Anita Blake series, Anita is back on home turf in St. Louis ready to make amends with boyfriends Jean-Claude and Richard. All is not right with their magical power triad -- the separation has increased their vulnerability. But, before Anita gets the chance to mend any fences, let alone auras, she has to go to an S&M club, Narcissus in Chains, and rescue ultra-submissive wereleopards Gregory and Nathaniel. In the fray she becomes possibly "infected" with wereleopardism. This is a profound development in Hamilton's universe as it would really make Anita one of the "monsters." The fall-out is complicated -- both relationship-wise and plot-wise -- but it keeps you turning the pages. Narcissus in Chains is a pivotal book in the series because we see a change in the power structure between Richard, Jean Claude and Anita. After a six month separation, the crisis with Anita's leopards brings them back together and forces Anita to agree to the 'marrying' of their vampire marks. This amps up their power, but not without a cost. Anita especially has a price to pay in the form of the 'ardeur'. It is this new twist that takes the series on a more erotic turn. Some people have complained about the change but to me the stories have always been about the characters and their relationships and this new stage just seems like a natural progression of their development. This book, while action packed is less suspense based and more story driven. New characters are introduced and we see changes in the relationships between characters.This book will always be one of my favourite books in the series, even if it isn't as action packed and suspenseful as some of the others, because it introduces us to Micah. I love his character. Richard, on the other hand, I just want to smack. 2010-097
Date published: 2010-05-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Ardeur Rises Narcissus in Chains is the 10th book in the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter novels. It’s been six months since the last book and Anita has been celibate. Gregory calls Anita to a club called Narcissus in Chains, it’s a BDSM club. Nathanial is being held captive and he wants Anita to rescue him. Anita calls Jean-Claude for help and he informs her that Anita, Jean-Claude and Richard are weak because there are holes in Anita’s aura. Anita has been keeping away from them and holding shields up. She agrees to merge the marks and fill her wounds in the aura. While trying to rescue the wereleopards she realizes that there are some swanmanes being held captive too. She must fight some weresnakes and werelions to protect her wereleopards. Gregory tries to save Anita’s life but hurts her while being in half form. Anita is being warmed up by some wereleopards to save her life and finds Micah in her bed. She doesn’t know him, but finds him very attractive. He was invited by Elizabeth to take over the wereleopards. There is something about Micah that Anita can’t resist. Anita find out that Gregory has been taken by Richard and the wolves because Anita is killed as Lupa. They believe that Anita will now become a wereleopard and therefore can no longer be their Lupa. While Anita tries to save Gregory she finds that Richard’s pack is split and Richard tried to change pack politics where he can be voted down. She also realizes that a new member Jacob is out to become Ulfric. For the first time, the ardeur rises in Anita; she doesn’t know what it is. But she has sex with a stranger. She finds out that Jean-Claude can feed energy from his ardeur and no one thought she would have it now that they have bonded. She also feed the ardeur with 4 people and Anita is not sure if that qualified as sex. Anita, find out that Damian went insane when she left them for 6months. She didn’t realize her leaving would cause Damian to go crazy. He’s been locked in a coffin and Anita vows to get him back. Anita goes to get Gregory from Richard. She has back up from the wererats and a Swan King. She finds Gregory drugged and tortured and she needs to have him shift with her power to save him. Richard didn’t know that some of his pack would have tortured him. Richard and Anita attempt reconciliation. But when they are about to have sex Anita tries to feed the Ardeur on Richard. He leaves her because he refuses to fed upon. Anita finds out that some of her friends are being held prisoner by Chimera, who is a panwere and very mentally unstable. Anita must fight to save her friends form Chimera. Anita uses vampire power that she learnt in from Obsidian Butterfly. I like the book a lot. I’m not sure if I like the Ardeur storyline. I’m going to have to wait another book or two. I loved how Anita has high morals and for her to just have sex with a stranger and a few men at once made me a little uncomfortable. I feel like Anita is loosing herself but I’m going to trust L. Hamilton’s vision and see where that goes.
Date published: 2009-09-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely loved it! There has been so much controversy over this series, especially this book, that I was weary of reading it. I am so glad I didn’t let that get to me. I absolutely loved this book. It is one of my favourites in the series to date. Yes, the books have taken a turn. Yes, there is quite a bit of sex; but with everything that’s happened to Anita this was bound to happen. If you didn’t see it coming, then I’m not sure what series you were reading up to this point. With all the obstacles in her life things had to change, even some of her values. I think the author dealt with it well. I really enjoyed all the new character development and couldn’t help but fall for Micah If you are squeamish about sex scenes then maybe this isn’t for you, but honestly they are well written.
Date published: 2009-03-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from My hopes remain alive. I began reading the Laurell K Hamilton novels of Anita Blake knowing that later in the series, there was a genuine chance that I would not only dislike the books but actually hate them. I have to say that the Anita Blake series are my favorite books so far....even better than the Sookie Stackhouse series from Charlaine Harris...and that is saying alot. I was pleased....surprised actually at how I enjoyed the beginning of the "Erotica" induction in the series. Many people stopped reading her books once Anita started having sex with multiple partners...especially when chastity was such an important thing for her from the beginning. I was delighted by the fact that the transition from chastity to erotica had a common sense factor. The ardeur is something that Anita fights with all her being...She is still very much in love with Jean Claude and has finally found someone who can accept her for all her moralities and monstrosities...Micah. The story is evolving in such a logical way that I appreciate the writing, the storyline and the development of the characters. The whole point of the series is that Anita needs to accept herself for what she is...a supernatural. This is the only way for her to embrace her powers. She is a superhuman and a Hero and I for one am continuing to enjoy the series....I love them.
Date published: 2009-02-19
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Changing Tracks For me, 'Narcissus in Chains' was where the Anita Blake series shifted away from the early style of having a mystery, some relationship angst, and a few hot sexy bits. This book, the characters seemed to change radically (and, in the case of Richard, strangely so), and the book shifts into a much higher erotica content. That's fine, if that's what you're looking for, but if you've enjoyed the mystery of the stories so far, unfortunately, this book is where the mystery seems to disappear. When the villain was revealed at the end, I had to go backwards through the book to even find the introduction of the character. It's not the same Anita Blake that has been happening so far - but if that's what you're looking for, be prepared. But if you're looking for a denser erotic content, and less mystery plot, then you're likely in for a treat.
Date published: 2008-06-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Meow (I know, lame) Anita gets a new man and Richard loses his s**t. After an accident it looks like Anita might be going furry. But before she can worry about that, she's got to rescue one of her Leopards from her on again-off again boyfriend. This book is full of excitement and violence and a little dirty dirty.
Date published: 2008-03-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One of my favorites I loved this book It has everything in it.
Date published: 2006-12-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolute Perfection... Perfection. Her most amazing book in the series, by far. not only was it thrilling and exciting (in both contexts of the word) it also really advanced the story. new characters introduced and a whole new power level. very satisfying. it's almost painful to get to the end of the book. not only is there action (guns, killing etc.) but chills and thrills, and maybe one of Anita's most sadistic killers. if you don't like this book, all i can say is you have some serious problems then
Date published: 2006-11-19

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Chapter 18 Somewhere during the dressing process I came to my senses. I stayed up against the headboard, Asher's robe belted securely over the red pajamas, my face averted, forehead pressed to the wood. Control was the heart of who I thought I was. I could do this, or rather not do this. I had to try and let this pass me by, because to do anything else I could not do this. The bed moved, and just the sensation of the men moving around on the bed was enough to tighten my body, speed my pulse. Dear God, help me. This couldn't be happening. I'd feared ending up as a vampire. I'd come close many times, but I'd never thought it would happen like this. I was still alive, still human, but the hunger rose inside me like some great beast trying to dig its way out of me, and all that kept it from surfacing was my fingers digging into the wood, my forehead pressed against the carvings. I wasn't sure which hunger I was fighting. But the ardeur colored all of it, whether I was craving flesh, or blood, the sex was there in all of it. I couldn't separate them, and that was scary all on its own. I felt someone crawling towards me, and I knew without looking that it was Jean-Claude. I could just feel him. ``Ma petite, all is prepared, we need only you.'' I spoke with my face still pressed into the wood, my fingers clinging to it. ``Well, then you'll just have to do without.'' I felt his hand hovering over my shoulder, and I said, ``Don't touch me!'' ``Ma petite, ma petite, I would change this if I could, but I cannot. We must make the best of what is given us.'' That made me look at him. His face was too close, eyes that intense midnight blue, hair a dark glory around his pale face. I flashed on another face just as pale, just as perfect, with a wealth of black hair, but with eyes a rich brown like dark amber. They grew in my vision until the world drowned in the dark honey of her eyes, as if it were poured over my eyes, over my skin, my body, until it filled me, and when I raised my eyes to Jean-Claude's worried face, his hand on my arm, I saw something close to terror in his eyes. He scrambled back from me, and when I turned and stared at Asher, he spilled off the bed, to stand shaking. Jason and Nathaniel stayed on the bed because they didn't know any better. ``What's wrong?'' Jason asked. Nathaniel whispered, ``Her eyes.'' I turned and caught sight of myself in the standing mirror in the corner. My eyes had filled with pale brown fire, not the darkness of my own eyes, but hers. ``No,'' I said, softly. I felt her thousands of miles away. Her pleasure at my terror rolled through my body, raised my beast and sent me falling onto the bed. My hands strained for something to hold on to, some help, but there was nothing to fight; it was power and it was inside me. She explored me, raising my beast until it rolled just under the surface of my skin. She touched that part of Richard that was still inside me and raised his beast, until the two energies entwined and my body started to convulse. I heard yelling. ``She's going to change!'' Hands holding me down to the bed. But Belle had learned what she wanted and let them slide back into my body. She separated out the powers inside me like you'd sort a deck of cards. She touched Jean-Claude's link to me and it puzzled her, I could feel it. Until that moment she'd assumed I was a vampire, and now she knew I wasn't. She let what puzzled her slide back deep inside me, then she called the ardeur, the incubus, and the moment I thought it, I realized it was the wrong word. Succubus, she whispered in my head, succubus. The hands that had been holding me down, poured over my body, responding to the ardeur. It was like being covered in pure lust, rolled in it, like flour on a piece of meat before you cook it. Hands slid along my skin, a mouth closed on my mouth, and I couldn't see who was right above me, kissing me. I could feel the weight of their body, another set of hands, but I could see nothing but a shining amber light. Belle kept the ardeur on the surface, because it amused her. I couldn't see whose hands were where, or who was doing what, all I could do was feel them; the brush of silk, the press of flesh, a curtain of hair, the scent of vanilla, but I could not see. Belle Morte was using my eyes for other things. She touched that part of me that allowed me to raise the dead. She caressed my necromancy, tried to bring it to the surface as she had the two; beasts and the ardeur, but everything else she had explored was hers to call, it was all in some way part of her lineage, her blood. But the necromancy was all mine. My magic welled up through me, pushing her back, but I couldn't cast her out, not with just the raw power. It was as if she floated near the surface of some dark pool and I sat at the bottom trying to push her out. I couldn't cast her out, but I could see again, think again. I was nude from the waist up. Nathaniel's mouth closed on my nipple drawing it in. I cried out, and Jason lowered his mouth to my other breast. There was a moment when I stared down at the two of them pressed to my body, the blond head, the auburn, their mouths working at my breasts, the line of their bodies pressed along mine, the marks of my teeth still visible in Nathaniel's flesh, when the ardeur, when Belle Morte spilled over me again. Jason's hand slid down the front of the red silk bottoms, his fingers finding me as if he'd always known just where to touch me. I writhed under his touch, their touch. I grabbed Jason's wrist, tried to pull his hand away, but he fought me and it was a tender place to fight over. I screamed, ``Jean-Claude! Asher!'' ``Ma petite?'' Jean-Claude made the name a question as if he wasn't sure it was really me. I found the vampires standing beside the bed, not helping, not hindering, just watching. But I understood; the ardeur called to them too. They were afraid to touch us. ``Feed,'' I said. ``Non, ma petite.'' ``I can't fight her and the hunger. Feed, and let me feed.'' ``You cannot break free of her, ma petite.'' ``Help me!'' He looked across the bed at Asher, and I watched something pass between them, something built of sorrow and old regrets. ``She is right, mon ami, she cannot fight Belle and the ardeur.'' ``She doesn't understand what she's asking,'' Jean-Claude said. ``No, but she asks, and if we do not do it, we will always wonder. I would rather try and fail, than regret having never tried at all.'' They stared at each other for a second or two, then Asher crawled onto the bed and Jean-Claude followed him. Asher stretched out beside Nathaniel, and Jean-Claude mirrored him with Jason. Belle Morte's joy flared through me, filled my eyes with honey-colored flames, and I lost my grip on Jason's wrist. His hand slid back over me, but when I turned to look, I could see Jean-Claude through the dark glass of her eyes and Asher on the other side. I knew that once they touched either pomme de sang they would be caught in the desire, and they would not break free. It was a trap. I opened my mouth to say, don't, but three things happened all at once. They each struck into the neck of the man on their side, as if they'd known exactly what the other would do, and Jason forced me over that shining edge of orgasm. I screamed, body bucking against the bed, and only their weight kept me from sitting up, from clawing the air, because it wasn't just my own pleasure I was feeling. I felt Asher's fangs in Nathaniel's neck, felt Nathaniel's body build, build, and finally release in a rush of pleasure that made him bite down on my breast, made me score not his back, but Asher's with my nails. Jason drew his mouth back from me and screamed. The vampires rode their bodies, and I knew with Belle Morte's awareness that the only reason they didn't orgasm with us was the blood pressure wasn't there yet. But the pleasure was. The five of us were locked into wave after wave of pleasure. Like the heat the ardeur was named for, it passed over and through us again and again. It was like floating, skinless, formless, just above the bed, and I could feel their heartbeats inside my body. Finally I could feel Jean-Claude and Asher, feel their hearts give a massive beat and feel the life flood through their bodies and spill in a long, hot, line of pleasure that seemed to be pulled from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads, as if every piece of their bodies, every atom, exploded in pleasure at once. Nathaniel, Jason, and I screamed for them, because their mouths were still locked on the blood, still drinking, still feeding. Then it was over, and the five of us lay motionless, except for the frantic rise and fall of our chests, trying to breath, trying to remember what it was like to be inside our own skins, with just one heart inside us, instead of five. We melted back into our own skins, only the faint dew of sweat and the panicked thunder of our pulses beating against each other's bodies. Jean-Claude and Asher pulled back from Nathaniel and Jason just as they'd bitten them--together, in a synchronization as perfect now as it had been two centuries ago. Belle Morte filled my mind with images--images of the two of them making love to her before Asher was scored, when they were her perfectly matched pair. I had a confused image of them making love to her at the same time. The feel of them pushing inside her, as perfectly aware then as now of where each other's bodies were, and of exactly what they would do. She missed them, and it was partially my love of Asher, my seeing him as beautiful, that made her regret. The sharing wasn't only one way; she was getting my feelings, too. But I was myself again. The desire had been well fed, sated, so now I could do what I did best. I called my magic, pulled it around me like a breath of cool wind against my sweat-soaked skin. Nathaniel and Jason pulled back from me, eyes still unfocused. Jean-Claude and Asher raised up above each of the smaller men, their eyes as out of focus as the lycanthropes', but Jean-Claude said, ``Ma petite, what'' I reached for him. ``Take my hand.'' ``Ma petite'' ``Now!'' Belle's power cut through me like a whip in a practiced hand. She'd been using it to tickle my skin; now she meant it to hurt. I writhed on the bed, only Jason's and Nathaniel's weight keeping me from flailing. My vision was being consumed by brown flames. A hand in mine, cool flesh, and the moment Jean-Claude touched me I could see again. I was his human servant, he was my master, we were part of a triumvirate of power. If Richard had been here we could have chased her back to the hell she crawled out of. I sent the call in my head, screaming psychically for Richard, but the answer came against my skin. Jason stared at me, confused. He said, ``Anita'' I felt Richard's power in Jason, the link of their pack. The power of the triumvirate leaped between Jean-Claude's hand, my hand, and Jason's body. It would work, it had to work, because I could feel Belle Morte rising inside me again, and I wasn't sure I had it in me to chase her back. I drew my necromancy like a great dark cloud, a storm ready to break, filling the room with the tingling brush of magic. Nathaniel drew back, whispered, ``Nimir-Ra.'' The power pressed like lightning in a bottle, but the bottle was my body, and there was no release without one more thingblood. The last time we'd done overt triumvirate magic I'd asked the boys to give me blood, watched as Jean-Claude had sunk fangs into Richard for the first time, but not today. Today I needed the blood, I wanted the blood. I would not share. I used my free hand to lower Jason's face towards me, but I didn't kiss him. My mouth moved down the side of his cheek, and I whispered, ``I need blood, Jason. Say yes.'' He'd been holding himself off of me with his arms, but he whispered, ``Yes,'' and collapsed his upper body across my breasts, his hand sliding along my stomach as if he meant to do other things. I could smell the blood just below the surface of his neck, could taste his pulse like candy on my tongue, and I bit him. I wasn't a vampire. There were no mind tricks to make it pleasant. We weren't having sex anymore, there was no distraction, only my teeth tearing his flesh, his blood pouring into my mouth, and the moment the blood poured over me the necromancy flared and I pushed it into that honeyed touch. She laughed at me, at us, then the laughter stopped, because she felt the push of my power. I was a necromancer, and she was just another kind of vampire. My magic didn't differentiate between her and any other corpse. I shoved her out, cast her back, locked her outside us. I'd been training in witchcraft this year, so I bound her from us, bound her from harming us in any way, bound her from contacting us through her power. My last thought to her was, If you want to find out what the fuck is going on, pick up a phone. Then she was gone. -Reprinted from Narcissus in Chains by Laurell K. Hamilton by permission of Jove Books, a member of Penguin Putnam Inc. Copyright © 2001, Laurell K. Hamilton. All rights reserved. This excerpt, or any parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.    

Editorial Reviews

“Laurell K. Hamilton’s sexiest book, and that’s saying something… The relationships between the characters take center stage.”—St Louis Post-Dispatch “The definitive book in the series…Laurel K. Hamilton has written the best book of her career because she gives the audience the answers they have been waiting for. This action-supernatural thriller is a keeper and with the passage of time will be considered a classic.”—BookBrowser “In [this novel] tough, sarcastic Anita Blake…torn between her inner vamp and wolf makes a final mating choice that no fan will expect…Better pounce!”—Kirkus Reviews “Interesting…compelling.”—Locus “Amorous.”—Publishers Weekly “[Hamilton’s] sexy, edgy, wickedly ironic style sweeps the reader into her unique world and delivers red-hot entertainment.”—Jayne Ann Krentz “Hamilton just get better and better… Narcissus in Chains hits the ground running and never stops.”—St Louis Post-Dispatch “Steamy… engaging reading for vampire cultists.”—Booklist