Stalking Tender Prey by Storm Constantine
Stalking Tender Prey draws on the legend of the Grigori, or Watchers. The Grigori are said to be angels whose over-entanglement with mortals led to their Fall. The central character in Stalking Tender Prey, Peverel Othman, is a Grigori who takes up residence in the small English hamlet of Little Moor, with life-changing results for the townspeople. His arrival precipitates an awakening of sorts, and a loss of inhibitions.
At first, what this means is sex. This is where some readers may be put off. I’ll put it this way: it’s not often that I say there’s a lot of weird sex in a book. There’s a lot of weird sex in Stalking Tender Prey. People sleep with their siblings; they sleep with anthropomorphic cat-men; they sleep with the Earth itself. The sex is relevant to the plot and to the character development, but there’s a great deal of it, and it’s not for the squeamish.
Later, as Othman insinuates himself further into the life of the town, more sinister things begin to happen. Turns out it’s not just sexual taboos that have fallen by the wayside. Social mores about family, friendship, and betrayal begin to crumble as well.
At first I thought Constantine had telegraphed, too early in the novel, just how dangerous Othman could be. Later I came to realize that whether Othman is dangerous isn’t really the important question. There’s another mystery here. I was able to guess this secret pretty early too, though — maybe a little too early.
But to me, Stalking Tender Prey isn’t really about Othman at all, or about the Grigori. It’s about people, and how so many people both desire and fear the idea of more-than-human beings walking among us, and what lengths some will go to in order to experience the more-than-human. Constantine’s Grigori remind me not only of angels, but also of the fae, and of the aliens whose dastardly experiments fill today’s urban legends. It’s easy to imagine one race of beings giving rise to all of these myths.
I enjoyed Stalking Tender Prey, despite cringing at some of the more painful-sounding sexual episodes. It combines a modern setting with a deeply mythic “feel.” There are some slightly distracting editing errors, though I found that I was interested enough in the story to mostly shrug them off.
Grigori — (1995-1997) Publisher: The Grigori are an ancient race. Powerful people, possessing abilities and senses humans do not have. They live among us, their presence clear to those who have eyes to see… Owen and Lily Winter, twins, always knew they were different than the others who lived in the quiet hamlet of Little Moor. Their mother dead, never knowing who their father was, they lived alone in the large house. When Peverel Othman arived in Little Moor he was looking for something or someone, he really was not sure which. When he found the twins he knew his search was over. For Lily and Owen their lives would be forever changed. The quiet hamlet of Little Moor just became the new home of a Grigori.
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