Still not a big fan of short stories. I liked the descriptive writing, but I was pretty bored with the bar scene, which was much of the book. Ending was a bit unexpected. ( )

She was here. It would go as it would.

Hunters in the city, a dance of predators and their prey.

(I probably would have rated this higher if the other two stories I read tonight weren't so excellent. See [b:Burnt Sugar|23568534|Burnt Sugar (Firebug, #0.5)|Lish McBride|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1416448005s/23568534.jpg|43167245] for more urban fantasy and [b:Ghosts and Empties|25902244|Ghosts and Empties|Lauren Groff|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1436801725s/25902244.jpg|45786152] for more just plain good.) ( )

It was one of the most pernicious fallacies, common the world over: old ways are best. But old ways can outlast their usefulness. Old ways can live on pointlessly in worlds that have no room for them.

A good dark fantasy tale about predator and prey. ( )

Nicola Griffith does lovely, lovely things with words. Here she does the same lovely things with longing and loneliness. A gorgeous story of the two last of their kind.

[short story] ( )

When I'm promised 'urban fantasy,' now THIS is what I want to be served!!

An unnamed observer enters a women's bar on a holiday evening. Conviviality is all around her, but she is watching and waiting... for who? or what? Gradually, small clues are dropped that this isn't going to be your usual bar pick-up or one-night-stand.

Rather, it's a tale of predators and prey...

Beautiful, vivid writing, as can always be expected from Nicola Griffith. ( )