A review by poultrymunitions
ePistols at Dawn by Z. A. Maxfield

2.0

dazed and confused.

i'm kinda baffled, here.

i don't understand how the same person can have written the kind of elegant, restrained characterization that left me cooing like a pigeon on three separate occasions and the sort of wildly OTT plotting that featured
Spoilera murder, a couple instances of casual cyberstalking, like, eighteen secret identities, two suicides, several panic attacks, a boy getting run down in the street by a car, and a pedobear.


i don't get it.

and the sex made me angry. lovely, sensual intimacy, ruined by ridiculously hypervigilant condom choreography. which required noting every time someone put one on, where it came from, and where it went afterwards—because way hot, right?

and while i assume there must be some people in this world who are AllCondomEverything, i really can't be having with enrubbered blowjobs in my lazy smutfic reading time—because it's flat-out nasty, and vanishingly rare, and kinda silly when the very next scene features delicious asslicking.

without a dental dam.

*annoyed*

so: five-star characters, one-star plot, a bizarre pun in the title, and sex that drove me mental.

and must every korean character in these things be named jae-sun?