Jul. 23rd, 2010

ice_of_dreams: (desolate)
I am not quick to judge an author in Plagiarism, I think that there are only so much material in books and therefore it is difficult to find ideas that are completely new.

However, I really can't stomach Sunny's Monere series.

I vowed not to read this series AGAIN ever, but I think someone needs to point out all the similarities in Sunny and Bishop's Dark Jewels and LKH's Meredith Gentry Series.

If you have more lines to add, not themes, but exact lines of the books that are the same in Sunny's Monere series and other books comment and we'll add it. Honestly. This has got to stop.




"Each territory is ruled by a Queen," Gryphon answered. "And the land is divided into many territories."
--Sunny, Mona Lisa Awakening

vs.

The Blood villages within a District would look after, and treat fairly, the landen villages that were bound to them. The District Queens would serve in the Province Queen's court. The Province Queens, in their turn, would serve the Territory Queen, who was chosen by the majority of the darker-Jeweled Blood, both male and female, because she was the strongest and the best.
-- Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood






They are full-blooded warriors, stronger and faster than you. Fear not, you will be drawn to them in the same manner as you are drawn to me
--Sunny Mona Lisa Awakening

vs.

It wasn't just the magic that had drawn the males. It was the inner radiance housed ithin those female bodies, a luminescence that some men had craved as much as they might have craved a light they could see glowing in a window when they were standing out in the cold. They had craved that light as much as they had craved being sheathed in the sweet darkness of a woman's body, if not more.
Males had become Blood because they'd been drawn to both.
-- Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood




"If Mona Sera detects the intimate scent of her men upon you, she will slay you all. She will kill you because she will see you as attempting to take her territory, her men. She will destroy the men who dare touch you because she will view it as betrayal against herself, a rejection. And as you can see," he grimaced and gestured at himself, "the lady does not take rejection well. If, in the unlikely event the men manage to constrain themselves, do what you can to seduce one or two—all would be best—and make them yours.
-- Mona Lisa Awakening

vs.

Sholto was one of the Queen’s Guard, which meant he couldn’t sleep with any sidhe except her. She didn’t share her men, not with anyone. The punishment for breaking the taboo was death by torture.
-- Meredith Gentry




An entire scene here... with Gryphon and Mona Lisa in Mona Lisa Awakening mimicks Doyle and Merry's scene in A Kiss of Shadows. Where Gryphon and Doyle are both wounded and Mona Lisa and Merry are wearing nothing underneath their night shirt and though Mona Lisa convinces Gryphon to lie with her, in Merry and Doyle's case, Merry didn't tease Doyle but brought him with magic accidentally.

In fact, Gryphon mimicks Doyle to the extent that Gryphon is also a Falcon and Doyle is an Eagle.




There has never been a Mixed Blood Queen before.
-- Mona Lisa awakening

vs

Meredith is the first half-sidhe Queen in Unseelie court.





As you see, males may gain power from joining with a Queen
-- Mona Lisa Awakening

vs.

"No one who has not become a god can sleep with Merry until we understand what the chalice and the Goddess want
-- Seduced by Moonlight
Doyle referring to Merry bringing back the Raven's godhead through sex.




Demon dead was perhaps a more accurate description. They were not creatures from hell as we think of them, although they did live there—in Hell, that is. Demon dead are Monère who died, yet retained enough psychic energy to sustain their existence in another realm—a forever twilight where no life, no colors, existed
-- Sunny, Over the Moon Anthology, Mona Lisa Three

vs


He'd never feared anything in Hell, but he'd always felt an aching despair for the cildru dyathe, the demon-dead children. In Hell, the dead retained the form of their last living hour. This cold, blasted Realm had never been a kind place, but to look upon those children, to see what had been done to them by another's hand
-- Daughter of the Blood




And another disturbingly SAME scene:

"You… uh, you're not going to eat me, are you?"

"Not yet," he growled. "My hunger for you is too great for such restraint this first time."

"Amber," I said almost desperately as his head dipped down, as I felt the brush of his lips and the alarming edge of his teeth stroke over the base of my neck where my pulse bounded suddenly like a desperate thing. As he lingered over it, fear and desire pumped my heart equally. A delicious combination, that edge of danger. But only if I knew there truly wasn't any.

"Amber," I said more sharply. He lifted his head, his nostrils flaring, his eyes dilating as he breathed in my fear-tanged arousal. "I mean as a meal. You don't see me as food, do you?"

He shook his head as if coming out of a daze. His eyes still looked cold, inhuman, but his voice, his voice was the Amber I knew and loved, warm with reassurance… and a bit of amusement. "No, love. I want to fuck you. Not eat you."

"Oh good." The tension left my body, leaving an almost painful, sagging relief in its wake.

His body shook. His breath hitched against my skin as he bent his head once more to my neck. "Amber." Alarm kicked in once more. Had I hurt his feelings?

His head remained lowered.

"Amber, you're not… crying, are you?"

"No," he choked, his breath huffing against me.

"Look at me."

He did. Mirth danced in his eyes, not tears.

"Beast," I said succinctly.

"Don't worry," he choked out, "not too much of one."

His body shook with the laughter he was trying to suppress. "Don't be mad, my love." But his words were ruined by the shaking merriment of his heaving body, and he suddenly lost the battle. A shout of laughter burst out. Then another, and another, until he was fairly howling with it, shaking against me not with lust but with hilarity.

Oh, the bastard! He was laughing at me!
---- Sunny, On the Prown Anthology, Mona Lisa Betwining

vs.

"Are we having fun here, Doyle, or are you going to eat me?" My voice was a little steadier, firmer.

"This first time I would not trust myself to put my mouth to such tender places."

It took me a second to realize that he had misunderstood me. "I don't mean eat me in the euphemistic sense, Doyle. I mean, am I food?" My voice sounded utterly calm now, ordinary. Pinned to the bed by his body, his eyes still animalistic and wild, and I sounded like I was in the office, talking business.

He blinked and I saw the confusion in his eyes. I realized that I was asking him to think too deeply. He'd given himself over to a piece of himself that he rarely let out. That part didn't think like a person.

**snip***

He put a hand back to touch the blood on his back, as if he hadn't felt it until that moment. He propped himself up on one elbow and stared at the blood on his hands. Then he threw back his head and laughed, laughed until he collapsed on top of me again, and when he finished laughing, he cried.

--- LKH A Caress of Twilight


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