OH Lord, what to say. WOD, so much memory tied into you and so much nostalgia that keeps getting trashed. This book has so much going against it: It's rpg fiction which means it is usually written by fans or staff writers. It's an anthology which often means it is hit or miss as well. It's WoD which means it's filled with angst and pseudo-goth diatribes.

This is the first book in a long time that I completely gave up on. I tried to read 4 of the stories and then skimmed another 3. The number of trite tropish non-since is baffling to me at 40+. I know that I was never much into the wider WOD scene back in the day and kind of thought most people who were were a bit.... silly. I loved the system and it has had a huge impact on my gaming life, and I had two really good irl groups who I ran it with. I was also in three major online games (one of my own that had 100+ registered players and 10 STs at one point) and for the most part 60-70% of the players were childish immature idiots who mainly wanted to have cybersex with vampires.

I am sure at some point I would have read this book and thought it was ok, but I've actually read good things since then. Hell, Mack Bolan is better written than most of the stories in this thing.