“It takes all kinds to make the world, right? Hell, you’re looking at a bisexual half-Coyote small-time grifter, and in the last week I’ve stolen, committed fraud and assault, and nearly killed someone. Who the hell am I to pass judgment?” – Vaughn R. Demont
Author: Vaughn R. Demont
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Pages/Word Count: 273 Pages
Rating: 5 Stars
Blurb: Always have an ace up your sleeve.
If con games were taught in high school, Spencer Crain would be on the honor roll. As it is, he’ll be riding the edge of failure to graduation next month. Then Spence gets the news that his long-gone father is not only dead, but was a Coyote, one of three clans of tricksters in the City.
With a near-catatonic mother on his hands, Spence couldn’t care less about the Coyotes’ ongoing feud with the Phouka and the Kitsune—until it lands on his doorstep. Suddenly he’s thrown headfirst into a dangerous world he knows next-to-nothing about. His only guide is Rourke, dashing King of the Phouka, plus a growing pack of half-siblings, a god, and Fate herself.
As Spence embarks on a journey to learn the Coyote’s creed, the truth about his heritage, and how to handle his growing attraction to Rourke, he wonders when his life turned from TV sitcom to real-life danger zone. And what price must he pay to survive the next roll of the dice…
Review: First of all, I have no idea how I came across this book, so if someone recommended it to me and I’ve forgot who it was, thank you from the bottom of my wee little heart!
Narrated by one of the freshest voices I’ve come across in quite some time, Coyote’s Creed is, by turns, a riotously funny, poignant, sexy and suspenseful roller coaster of an Urban Fantasy, told by eighteen-year-old Spencer Crain, whose life is scripted in the bold strokes of questionable reality television, corny sitcoms, supernatural dramas, heist films, and dysfunctional family soap operas, not to mention the fear of the imminent zombie apocalypse. You wouldn’t think that’s a good thing, would you? Well, it’s not. It’s a brilliant thing when tied together with all the folklore and mythology Vaughn R. Demont has woven into this fantastical world he’s created, one filled with all sorts of legendary beings.
Spencer isn’t your average, everyday teenage scam artist who’s flunking out of high school. No, he’s your average, everyday teenage scam artist who’s just learned a lesson not found in any textbook ever written. Spencer’s a bisexual human/coyote hybrid with a gift for throwing about curses that come true, for drawing out stories that shouldn’t be spoken, for getting himself into and out of trouble—lots and lots of trouble—and he’s just cursed his way into a Feud that he didn’t even know existed until his mouth landed him right in the middle of it at his father’s funeral.
The King of the Fae has fallen in love (or at least in lust) with him, some folks would like him a whole lot better if he were dead, the Kitsune aren’t terribly fond of him either, and a former sorceress wants to do bad, bad things to him. Bad things. Things that hurt really a lot. Meanwhile, Spencer’s trying to protect his mother, who’s not always entirely lucid, and has just discovered he has a couple of brothers… And we’ll just leave them right there.
Being a natural born trickster whose life is entirely directed by…well…I want to say by his crotch, or maybe the con, money’s right up there too, but I’ll say by Fate, instead—yes, them, the capital letter Moirai: Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, who control the thread of life from birth to death—the maiden, mother, and crone are watching Spencer very closely because not only was he designed as a tool to trick them but now he’s also being used as a tool to avenge them. Can the trickster pull off the ultimate heist? Ah, that’s part of what makes this story so fun, wondering if Spencer’s luck will run out before he can pull off a little sleight of hand and do a whole lot of tongue wagging to get himself out of one sticky wicket after another.
Coyote’s Creed isn’t a romance novel, so even though it’s a fairy tale of an Urban Fantasy, don’t go into it looking for a happily-ever-after, or you’ll be unhappily-for-some-time-after. Delve into this one for the pure delight of Vaughn R. Demont’s imagination and the sheer enjoyment of a kid with a noble heart, a wicked flair for the ironic, a libido that just won’t quit, and the sort of luck that sometimes makes you wonder if the deck is always stacked against him. Every single character in this book is a person, or being, of interest that added one level of dimension or another to the story, and against whom the poor, ignorant humans didn’t stand a chance. But, hey, that’s what the ‘yotes are there for—to give ’em a good sucker punch to the status quo and shake things up a bit.
How much did I love this book? I finished it and immediately bought books two and three in the series. That’s how much I loved this book.